‘we’re both teachers and all our students ship us’ + fs or huntingbird or both :)
“I think it’s cute,” Bobbi said, pouring herself another glass of wine. “The last time Hunter stopped by class, one of the first graders drew a picture of him as Darth Vadar.”
Jemma simply stared at the drawing. “But should I address this? It is the fifth drawing. This week. Really, I don’t know where the kids are getting these ideas. Fitz and I are just friends. And yes, he teaches the other kindergarten class. And sometimes we work together. And, you know, it really was smarter for us to carpool. And then, of course, I have to feed him from time to time or he’ll probably only eat complete and utter junk. Really, who else am I supposed to talk to on breaks or during recess duty? And, sure, his eyes are beautiful and he has a nice and symmetrical face. But. We are just friends. Coworkers.”
Bobbi nodded. “Yeah, I have no idea where the kids come up with these crazy ideas…”
“Is this supposed to be you?” Fitz asked. “The one with the–”
“God awful mustache and hair cut that looks like Darth Vader? Yeah.” Hunter took another swish of his beer. “Mental, these kids. All of them need to get their eyes checked.”
Fitz picked up the paper and studied it closer, “I don’t know, they got the height difference right.”
Frowning, Hunter snagged the paper out of Fitz’ hands and put it face down on his desk, unable to crumble it up entirely because Bobbi would murder him. He hated it, so naturally, she found it amusing.
“Well,” Fitz started, pulling out his phone, “at least they haven’t drawn hearts for your eyes and keep asking you when you’re going to marry Jemma.”
“Jemma?”
“Yeah, uh, Jemma Simmons? Teaches right next door? Brown curly hair, about my height–”
“I know who she is. Bobbi’s mate, the one who judges the science fair every year.” Fitz didn’t say anything for a moment, and Hunter looked over and saw him smiling at his phone. “What are you so smiley about?”
Fitz glanced up, laughing and pointing to the screen, “Jemma sent me this pun about rocks, it’s hilarious,” he told Hunter, shaking his head in amusement and going back to texting.
Hunter stared at him for a good long time. “Heart for eyes, huh?”
“What?”
“The kids, they’re drawing hearts in your eyes. For Jemma.”
“Oh. Oh, yeah.” Fitz nodded and caught Hunter’s eyes, rolling his own when he did. “Mental, those kids. Jemma should give them all eye check ups.”
“Right after she removes the hearts from yours…” Hunter mumbled, but Fitz didn’t hear. “At least the kids got that right.”