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Chapter two: New Life Teacher!Au

Chapter Two: New life

Miguel as thumbing through a book. It contained photos of people who lived in their loving world. He paused at a photo of him and his Mama and Papa.

“Miguel?” He heard his abuela calling him. Like for the past couple of days, said nothing. Nor acknowledge that she even existed.

“ah, there you are come on. It’s time to go M’jio.”

He didn’t want to go. But, he felt like his body is just running on auto-pilot. He just let his grandmother drag him to where ever she wanted him to go.

The rest of the few hours was like a blur. He heard people say they were ‘sorry for his lost’ and that ‘no child should have to go through this.’  Then the world became clear again when he saw a bony hand in his face. He looked up to see a somewhat groomed man. He smiled at him.

Hector hated wearing such stifling clothes, yes, he would wear proper clothes being a teacher it came with the job but, he wouldn’t button all the buttons nor would he ever put on a tie. Much to principle Imelda’s disapproval, but she would let it slide because he was a great teacher, not that he was patting himself on the back (But, he was).

During the ceremony, he could help but look at Miguel from time to time. The kid looked like he wasn’t there, fully. It was like he was trapped inside his own head.

‘Poor kid’ he thought.

Afterword, he walked over to Elena who was sitting, silently crying in the corner.  

“Hola mama.” He said kneeling next to her to give her a hug.

“Hector, is so good to see you. Dios mío, you’re so thin. I should get you some food.” She said trying to get up.

“No, Mama. I’m fine, really. But, are you okay?”

“Yes and no. I don’t want to send him so far away but, I have no chose. I’m so sorry about dropping this on you.”

“No, Mama. I left to teach, leaving the family house. I should help out. Besides its only for a year of two, right?”

“Si, yes. I’ll got get his bags…”

“No, I’ll get it.” He said getting up.

“Where it is?”

“It’s in the living room. I’ll get Miguel and meet you there.”

He nodded and headed to the living room.

It’s was almost exactly the way he left it. The matted rug, the furniture, and the small trinkets and mini statues of various things. The only thing different were the photos. There were new onces mixed with the old onces. And in the middle of the living room was three medium size suite cases.

“Why does this kid have so many cases?”

Then he saw that they were labeled. One said clothes and shoes, one said play things, the last one made more since as to why there were 3 cases.

“Oi, Mama.”

The third case was labeled food.

“Always with the food with you”

Teacher!Au Chapter One (If you wish for me to continue please tell me in the comments)

Hey, I’m just going to be writing some Teacher! Au. @scribblrhob I won’t be drawing them mainly because it’s a head ache and writing story like this is a bit easier. So, I’m going to be elaborating on @slusheeduck where Hector takes in Miguel just I’m going to start when Miguel meets him for the first time.

               “It’s hard enough trying to take care of four children. I can’t take him in. I’m sorry mama.” That was it. Elena couldn’t find anyone to take Miguel in. All her children that were close either didn’t have the room or had too many mouths to feed. If she could she would raise this child herself. But, she and her husband where growing old and weak. They no longer had the energy to raise this 8-year-old boy. She had no choice but to call her last son. He had left to teach at a very prestigious school. He would write to the family home now and again but, he wouldn’t visit that offend. She knew that she would be asking a lot from him seeing as he was the youngest out of her children but, he was old enough to help Miguel.  She hated the way she was going to ask but, she was left without a choose. She was old fashion when it came to these things. She rather do things face to face instead of over the phone.

               Hector was in the small cluttered space in an apartment he and his roommate called a living room. Sheet music where placed anywhere and two stacks of records where shoved under a thing that was like a small table. Places where everywhere expect oddly enough where they were supported to be, the kitchen.

               Currently Hector was thinking up a new tune to go with the lyrics he wrote just a few hours ago when his thoughts where interrupted by the phone buzzing on the wall. Startled by the sudden noise he ended up getting up faster than humanly possible and slipping on one of the sheets. Thankfully, the table thing was able to stop him from damaging his face.

“Hola, Hector speaking” He answered trying to compose himself.

“M’jio, it’s me” said a women’s voice on the other end he knew all too well. But, her voice wasn’t its normal strict self. It was sad and horse. Like she had been crying for a while.

“Oh, Mama. Hey, what’s the matter? Is everything alright?”

“No, it’s not. It’s your brother.”

“Enrique? Why what’s wrong with him?”

“Him and his wife where in a bad accident. They were killed.”

Hector felt his inside go into his throat. His brother was gone. He had just talked to him about a week ago. The news was like a slap in the face. Something that felt so unreal. But, then he remembered that he had a son. He was young about 6 or 7.

“Hector? Are you still there?” He heard her on the other end of the phone.

“Ah si, yes I’m still here. Is that boy um… Miguel alright?”

“Ah, Si, he’s alright. Well, alright as he can be. He hasn’t talked to us ever since the accident. Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. He needs to say with someone. Me and your Papa can’t would you please take him in.”

“What?! Me?! Responsible for another small life?! No! no no no no no no no no no no no no no no. Me and Ernesto barely have enough room as is.”

“Please, M’jio I’m begging you please. He has no one. And I know you have one extra room and I know you have enough money teaching at that school. He could be attempted and have a good future. Please, just for year or so. Just till your sister is done with room renovation.”

He could hear how despret her voice sounded. He knew it broke her heart to have to send him so far away from the family house. Hell, he knew that first hand. He knew that he couldn’t say no.

“Iee, fine okay fine. I’ll take him. I’ll see about getting him register. When’s the funeral? “

“Next week”

“Then I’ll take him after. He deverse to say good bye before he leaves.”

“Gracias. I’ll make sure he is packed and ready. You won’t have to worry about clothes or shoes.”

“I know Mama.”

With that he ended the call.

“Well, I better start cleaning that spare room.”

He then turned and looked at the condition of the entire apartment.

“Better yet, cleaning the entire place” Rolling up his sleeves he got to work.

“n-nothing!!! i just missed you so much!!!”

business trips held by the school staff for the teachers are pretty rough for Miguel, especially when Hector’s away for months on research in another country. I Know This Because I Miss My Homeroom Teacher A Lot

So here’s a fun idea I had re: Teacher!AU while at work: Hector and Ernesto make a name for themselves musically via YouTube.

  • They have a decent following, nothing huge, but enough people that when Ernesto tweets “Having a concert in [city]!” they can fill a small venue.
  • Their most popular song is “Un Poco Loco”–which, in one of the few vlogs where he’s not manically grading papers, Hector admits it was written for the current object of his affections and he thinks she likes it, but nothing else. The comments on that vlog are full of crying emojis and jealousy.
  •  Their most viewed video, however, is “The World Es Mi Familia”. It’s only 40 seconds long, because right as they hit the chorus, the table Hector decided to stand on collapses. Ernesto uploads it on the way to Urgent Care (Hector needed 5 stitches) because they have an upload schedule to keep. It becomes a regular favorite in  “YouTube Fail” compilations.
  • Every year after that, at least one student stares hard at him in the first day of class and approaches with a tentative “Senor Rivera? Was that you in…?” He just lets out a long sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose as he groans, “Si.”
hector: honey, its really muggy out today
imelda: if I go outside and all our mugs are on the front lawn, i’m leaving you
hector: [sips coffee from a bowl]

part 2 of the hector!teacher/professor au:

-is afraid his lectures aren’t as good but every student is like ‘dude we learned more from you than we ever did in just one semester’

-he grades papers way into the early hours of the morning but some essays are not bad when they’re going on about things from olmec findings to why the mayans were right this whole time and we are still living on a loop of 2012

-starts a reward system like the ‘chore wheel’ from the office and the rest of the day ends up being a complete mess because he stops teaching by the time the fifth spin happens and it lands on ‘go home now’

-he changes the rewards to gold star stickers now and students are walking around with them on their cheeks by the time class is over

-this stranger comes into his class late and he’s all like “who are you again? im not good with names” and she’s like “victoria” and he doesn’t want to be THAT type of guy because he’s always late himself but when he questions her about it she’s like “no i’m just here to drop this off, i have to teach a class in a few minutes”

-asks a student by the name of miguel who happens to sit all the way at the back in every class to help him with his new laptop/ ‘blinky thingy’ and this poor boy is just zoning out when hector takes forever to find ‘the internet’

-”Is-Is this windows 10?” miguel asks in digust, because he believes windows 7 is the only one worth paying for “No miguel it’s a laptop, it’s by this brand called Hewlett-Packard, but I know de la cruz uses one with a fruit on it” hec tells him and is confused because windows go on walls?

-rounds off the grade everytime like you got an 89.9%? watch out you might just get a 90%!!

-meets imelda’s twin brothers at a meeting and they are realllly notorious for what they do in engineering but once they get to speak to hector to the side they’re like ‘honestly, we just make things fly half the time’

-professor evaluations are around the corner and you bet he’s getting that number 1 (one) for SUPERIOR

-starts to have a hard time reading things and miguel suggests he get glasses and after he does no one recognises him at first until they look closer and theyre like “Hector is that you?” and he’s like “Muy Guapo eh?”

-declines invitations to multiple parties because they all either involve an ouija board or badly mixed drinks

-his office is a fuckinnnnn MESS, with books stacked up on the ground and he has a renaissance-esque painting somewhere in the back but it’s still wrapped in kraft paper, the only that he keeps spotless is a polaroid of him and imelda the barista by his foamboard

Reblog and see if you get a color.

PURPLE: We near never speak, but I do enjoy your presence on my dashboard.
FUCHSIA: I wish I could become your best friend through the internet.
GREY: You leave me with jumbled words.
RED: I'm in love with you.
PINK: I have a crush on you.
TURQUOISE: You're hot.
CHARTREUSE: I sincerely wish you would notice me.
TEAL: We have quite a lot in common.
BLUE: You are my Tumblr crush.
ORANGE: I dislike your page.
YELLOW: PLEASE FUCK ME.
WHITE: PLEASE MARRY ME.
GREEN: I find you cute.
BLACK: I would date you.
BROWN: I dislike you.
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I am sorry I just need to do this–

I was rewatching Assassination Classroom episode 2 and I accidentally paused at the scene.

Nagisa’s diary entry are priceless hahahahaah I tried to imitate his and Korosensei’s handwritting zzzz