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Once Marcel reached a certain point on the highway he knew that he had to go the other lane in order to begin the trek to work. He'd had his fun testing out the new part and now it was time to begin a new day of work, something he very much dreaded. Still though the Hispanic got off on the next exit and made a full u turn in order to get back to the other side of the highway. From there the drive wasn't that much longer and once he pulled in the parking lot he'd take his spot and the Hispanic would trek into the school, nodding to the secretary in the office as he punched in. The good morning that she gave him was returned with a non committal grunt and a shake of the head as Marcel skulked off to his classroom with a newspaper in hand and his coffee in the other. Once the Veteran was inside his classroom he'd take his place behind his desk and turned the old box television on to the news channel just to fill the silence of the room. The Hispanic spent a good amount of time skimming through the news paper to read just different going on's and what not. Marcel would remain seated in the empty room, going back to his usual routine from before he met Virgil which was fine for him, he may get bored soon enough but at the very least it was easy work. However it seemed that those kids from Friday's class would arrive eventually and Marcel visibly cringed at the sound of the door opening as several more boys filled into the room, easily double the amount he had that day "So...what are you lot doing?" once they explained that they elected to take his class this early in the morning Marcel wanted to scream for a moment before seeing it was still several hours before even lunch. Well a half hour of teaching them some basic self defense wouldn't be so bad and with the bell ringing it signaled that was was now in session.

With that in mind Marcel put his paper down and sipped on his coffee for a moment before looking up to his batch of students "Well alright, since you lot are here to learn self defense, you have to do everything I say right down to the letter. Understand?" once Marcel got around to pairing each of them off to have a sparring partner he took a moment to size each of them up. One was a big guy, a little on the doughy side and clearly not in the best physical condition, several of the others were your average looking run of the mill students, and another couple were a bit on ether the short or scrawny side but it was clear the a bunch of them were probably here to possibly help protect themselves against bullies more than likely which was rather admirable in his opinion. The fact that they were looking to better themselves than have someone else do it for them although it was also rather sad considering the fact that the school probably wasn't doing much about the bullying problem these teens were having. The only way he knew that many of them were bully victims were the bumps and bruises that each of them carried around on their bodies, nothing that would scar like what the Hispanic had but it was noticeable nonetheless. Thankfully he thought he did a pretty good job teaching them the founding blocks of self defense, especially since he had to repeatedly stress that these moves were designed with self protection in mind, not initiating combat. A half hour flew by like nothing and the Veteran would end up bidding farewell to his class as he took his place back down onto the seat with a sigh of relief, the problem with his type of class topic meant that he had to constantly be on his feet to help correct their stance or go over to explain something to someone. Once Marcel checked his phone he grinned a bit at the sight of a text message from his lover and the Hispanic would quickly open the text to read it over and smiled a little bit more as he slowly typed out his response 'Awesome, I will try to be there after work' his texting was slow, especially since he knew literally zero internet slang nor any proper abbreviations for anything at all except the letter 'U' for 'You', which Virgil had just used.

Now that his classroom was once again empty he would lift up his newspaper once more and began to pick up where he left off in the sports section, catching up on Spain's football record and was pleased to find out that they were currently set on a big win streak but now it seemed like everyone was gutting to be the ones to beat them. The sound of the news was rather droll sadly and a bit uninteresting, however the sound of his classroom door opening again had the Hispanic rolling his eyes some. Oh for ******** sake, more students!? There was no way his class got this popular over the weekend! However instead of the sound of a student's underdeveloped voice he heard the sound of a young man's voice, a bit tender and soft. He would look up at about mid twenties young man whom Marcel recognized as the Home Economics teacher he'd spoken to Virgil about earlier. The Home Economics Teacher had ear length black hair that was rather curly and some very soft baby blue eyes that gave the Veteran the impression that he was like a little baby or something. The Hispanic would blink in surprise at the others sudden intrusion "Uh...Hey there, can I help you?" the younger man chuckled and shook his head a little bit as he lifted up a large platter "Oh um... well not really...you see it's lunch time and I noticed that you never seem to bring a lunch with you in the morning...and you well...you never go to the lunch room to pick anything up so...I uh...I made you something" the Hispanic would stare blankly for a moment before a grin grew on his face "Oh you didn't have to go out of your way like that!" the other man would shake his head as he seemed to gain a bit more confidence "Oh no, I um...this was just something that I made uh...with the class, this weeks segment is on Spain and today was Paella" he lowered the platter to reveal some surprisingly decent looking Paella with some muscles and fish chunks throughout the red rice "Well it looks pretty good, you sure you want me to have it?" the younger man nodded his head before asking if he could eat lunch with Marcel, not seeing a problem with it he agreed and the other teacher would pull up one of the chairs that were off to the side up to the desk "So Mr. Yamada tell me what...." "Oh...um please, call me Teiru Mr. Velazquez" to that the Hispanic chuckled "OK but then call me Marcel" he didn't know why but the younger man seemed to light up at the chance to call him by his first name like it was some big honor but then again that was Japan for you.

The two men would spend the rest of lunch together chatting it up, it was rather nice. Maybe he could start making friends outside of just Virgil, and the Paella was excellent but then again it was his job to teach cooking so it stood to reason that it was this good.

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Marcel began to go about his usual morning routine, having a coffee and skipping breakfast altogether. While the coffee began to brew, Marcel would begin towel off his hair a bit before removing the towel and shaking his head a little bit. Reaching up he'd run a hand through his hair once to tame the dark locks and try to get them to a reasonable style, although he'd obviously have to comb his hair before he left for work. Once the coffee machine alerted him that his morning drink was finished, the Hispanic wasted no time pouring himself a mug before adding only a tiny bit of cream and sugar this time around. He sipped on the blessed drink and glanced at the pot, deciding to leave it there for later so he could have some coffee before he left to go visit Virgil in the Hospital. Marcel would then glance at the still glowing TV screen and saw it was just early morning infomercials and so he'd switch to the sports channel before pumping the volume up and walking to his bedroom where he'd begin to get dressed. Marcel would listen to the casters talk about the upcoming games and grinned a bit as he heard them speak about Spain and their chances of winning. They were trying to be upbeat about it but the Veteran could tell the Japanese casters were none too happy about Spain's dominance this year if the back handed compliments and snide remarks were anything to go by. It was fine my him, as long as Spain continued to play well and do their thing then they had a good chance of winning everything and taking home the trophy. Marcel ended up staring into his closet for a moment before reaching into the back of it and slipping into a black v-neck t-shirt that just showed off a bit of his pecs. Kendra had once told him that this was her favorite shirt he wore, once asked why she none too shyly stated that it highlighted every good feature on his upper body. And now that he took a moment to really look at himself in the closet mirror he could somewhat agree, it was form fitting and admittingly enough...not to narcissistic but...he did look kind of hot. Normally the Hispanic had a very negative opinion about himself but it seemed like Virgil was beginning to have a positive effect on him, he was seeing more of the good than the bad. Sure he still thought his own scars were hideous to look at but Virgil made his look hot and he stated the same to Marcel so maybe scars were just a matter of opinion.

He smiled a bit at the thought, maybe he'd dress all nice and sexy for Virgil to lift his spirits up while he was still trapped in the Hospital. So with that thought in his head the Hispanic would go fishing around in his closet for a moment and grunted in frustration as a heavy winter coat fell off the high shelf and landed on his head. He knew he still had them somewhere...so where..were...those damn... "Aha! Finally found you!" he stated to himself, pulling out a pair of skinny jeans his wife had gotten him from when she visited America to spend some time with her family. Marcel was not that into jeans honestly, they really were such an American thing but the Hispanic could not deny their comfort at times. However these did not fit into that category, at all as these were completely snug in their fit and Marcel had to admit they were constricting in his opinion. But then he remembered how she looked so proud to be on his arm as they walked around the day he wore them for her. Maybe this would work out? As he slid out of his shorts and into a pair of briefs, Marcel stared at the jeans with a quirked eyebrow, would these even still fit him? Only one way to find out he supposed. And they surprisingly did, that was a pleasant surprise and a confidence booster that he hadn't put on any extra weight in these last few years. Now looking at himself int he mirror the Hispanic would admit that..this looked really good on him! The skinny jeans literally hugged his body in all the right places and really did make him look really good! There was a slight sting in the back of his heart, these were all clothes that Kendra loved on him and the memory was painful but this wasn't about her anymore, it was for Virgil. So he hoped the other man would appreciate the sight! With that thought in mind Marcel would wander to the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror for a moment before grabbing his electric razor and quickly shaped his facial hair up a bit, cleaning up and making it perfectly even all around before then grabbing the comb and running it several times through his hair and grinned, he looked really put together for once instead of his usual slapdash style. He looked...very American in these jeans and the thought made Marcel laugh a bit before quickly rubbing on some deodorant and even took it a step further and spritzed on some of his favorite, albeit unused and dusty cologne. He hoped it would last until the Hospital visit!

Finally pleased with his appearance...very pleased, he'd step out and grab his phone off the charger, his wallet, and his keys before turning everything off and locking his apartment door as usual before stepping out of the complex. It was still a bit early in the morning but Marcel had no problem with killing some time at work, besides it wasn't like he didn't have TV there as well! With that thought in mind Marcel would pull out in his convertible and drove the short distance to work where he went into his usual parking space and walked into the building where he walked into the main office and punched in, ignoring the stares he was getting from all that were present in the main office as well as a specific teacher whose eyes were glued to the Hispanic the whole time he was in there. Once he stepped out of the main office Marcel would make his way over to his classroom and blinked in surprise, the door was already opened? That was odd, usually he locked the door before leaving. Huh, did he forget yesterday? As he stepped into the room and turned on the lights he'd blink a bit at the sight of a little note folded on his desk, what the hell was this all about? Marcel would walk over and opened the note and read through it before a small grin grew on his face Hey Marcel! I got to work early and wanted to let you know that today my class is learning to make Pasta Bolognese so I hope you're super hungry by the time lunch rolls around because there may be a lot! ~ Teiru ^_^ heh, he even drew a little happy face at the end of the note, looked like he messed up though and something else was erased next to his name. Eh, whatever! Free food again was fine by him! Sadly eventually classes came and went and the students seemed much more distracted than usual, probably because Marcel didn't want to get physical and ruin how much effort he put into his appearance so instead he BS'd what he knew about old military combat techniques and kept the class to a more basic and standard note taking day. s**t, he'd have to write up a quiz for this material!

Once the lunch bell rang Marcel was on his phone going through some more apps when he heard the door open and the smell of Italian herbs and spices hit his nose and the Hispanic looked up to see a flushed looking Teiru walking into the room "Jeez, was the kitchen that hot before you left?" the other man seemed to only get redder and laughed a bit despite the embarrassment "Yeah, something like that. I uh..I had to stand over a pot of water to make sure the pasta didn't overcook" ah OK, that explained the red face. Marcel would move a chair to be next to his desk as the other man sat down and put a paper plate with some tasty looking meat and pasta down before him and the two began to chatter on about this and that, once again sticking to general life and the students but once more it was a good time! "Hey Marcel, mind if I get a picture with you? None of my friends believe we have a h....a Spanish man as our combat instructor" Marcel grinned a bit and rolled his eyes, not surprising considering the fact that he knew he was only hired because he was exotic in their eyes. It was probably just because the dean of this damn school thought it would be fashionable to have a teacher from Spain working here. So Marcel stood up with Teiru and even for good measure he threw his arm around the other man's shoulders in a buddy, buddy sort of way while the other rested his hand on the Hispanic's ribs. Marcel would then proceed to grin for a picture as the phone clicked several more times than he was expecting before the other slowly pulled away "Wanna see them?" he asked and Marcel nodded his head a bit, wondering how he looked in them and he'd look down at the phone in the others hands and let out a low whistle as he scrolled through the pictures taken of the two of them "It still amazes me that phones can take such good pictures!" he stated, completely oblivious to the fact the home economics teacher was staring at his face before letting his gaze travel down the deep v of his shirt. To someone else who possibly walked by it may be obvious that Teiru had other things in mind as his right hand slowly began to float towards the Hispanic's rear end, clearly the skinny jeans made him want to get at least a bit daring.

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Marcel and Teiru had both not heard the knock, apparently both men were in their own little worlds in that moment. The Hispanic was currently marveling at how a phone could take such nice looking pictures like a professional camera while Teiru was thinking about some more inappropriate things. So when Virgil made his presence known by speaking he caught both men off guard but for different reasons. Teiru was confused as to why Mr. Cambric had called one of them 'Dahlin' while a wide smile broke out across Marcel's face at the sight of the other man "Querido!" Marcel had already closed the gap between Virgil and himself and his hands found there way up to Virgil's face, cupping the other man's cheeks gently before suddenly the happiness gave way to worry "What are you doing here? I thought you were still in the Hospital!" meanwhile Teiru stood there with a look of confusion written on his face as he and Virgil locked eyes with the Outdoor Survival Teacher and a very sudden realization came over him as he quickly looked a bit heartbroken and avoided the others gaze, clearly Teiru felt more than a little guilty all of a sudden. Of course this silent exchange was lost on Marcel as he was fussing over Virgil "Did they let you out early?..." however a smirk soon grew on his face "..Or did you bust out?" he supposed he may as well hear it from the other man himself! Once the answer was given Marcel would chuckle a little bit and shook his head, he couldn't say he was too surprised by the truth. The Veteran would then remember his friend that was there and Marcel woudl stand aside so Virigl had a clear view of Teiru, much to the others silent dismay "Virgil, I told you about him last night. This is Teiru" he would introduce the two and Teiru did his best at covering up how he felt at this moment and put on the best pleseant smile he could "Um...Hello Mr. Cambric" the two had never actually conversed but he knew of the Teacher and how several other faculty members had the hots for him. But now it seemed that everyone was too late as the two newer teachers had already found each other. Marcel would still remain none the wiser as he turned to his Boyfriend, eyeing the hoodie the other wore, clear amusement written on his face. Of course Marcel would never make any comment about it in front of another... "I get it's true Virgil but I don't think you need to advertise it so much!" and just like that the words shamelessly tumbled out of the Hispanic's mouth and Teiru would feel his face burn a little bit as he intelligently shut his mouth up, the Japanese man was clearly much smarter than the Veteran whom meanwhile was grinning like an amused child. He did that on purpose obviously! "But anyway, obvious facts aside. Did you need something? I don't think you'd come to work after breaking out of the Hospital" he questioned with a slight tilt of the head and a small smirk playing at his lips.

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