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Name:Travis
Age: 17
Favorite class: Art
Least favorite class: biology
Job: Works for a comic store and helps create the art for a series.
Bio: Stated in intro....
Personality: loner, rebellious, hates authority
USS: uke seke

Username VampuricWereowolf
Name of teacher Yuri Hansen
Class he teaches Art
Age 21
Short bio Yuri has always been a artist at heart. He excelled in all things academic, but his passion laid in creating things with his hands. He gradtuated from college when he was 19, having graduated from high school at the early age of 16. He chose to be a teacher so tht he could work on Art all day while helping share his passion with others who had the potential of becoming artists one day as well. The first day he saw Travis, he had the uncontrollable urge to paint him and he did just that. It wasn’t unusual for him to paint students, but he usually gave them his work, or at least asked them if he could or not, but Travis’ he kept for himself. But just painting and sketching the boy hadn’t been enough. Almost without meaning to he started to leave notes in the boy’s locker. Right now he’s working on a sculpture of Travis, but had yet to form the face, afraid someone will recodnize it for who it is, so it’s just blank marble, waiting to be filled.
USS: Seme

Yuri had hurried back to his class, acting as he normally did, but making a b-line for the 'safety' of the room. he'd left another note. what was he thinking? surely the boy just threw them out. they never really said anything anyways. just were jibberish about things he'd seen, sometimes sketches, sometimes it would say how he wished that they could talk face to face. it was all just nonsense and he was man enough to admit, creepy. but he couldn't help himself, at least once a day he found himself slipping a note into that boy's locker. class would start soon and he prepared himself. it was free study time right now. the students were wallowed to pick something to work on for the next week and then turn in whatever they did for a grade. there was some interesting stuff in development from what he'd seen. Travis was one of the first ones in, as always, and Yuri gave him his usual greeting as if nothing was happening. when everyone was present and the bell wrang, Yuri addressed the entire class.

"alright, i expect some amazing work, so you kids have at it. i'll be wandering so if you have questions or need advice, just nab me, ok?" he smiled and knew he was a favorite among the students. he was young enough to relate to them and they all called him Mr. Yuri or just Yuri instead of by his last name. there were a few snickers still from students who knew what 'yuri' was, but he only smiled along with them. if only they knew that he was actually gay, the laughter would be defening. he paused by Travis and looked down at his work, lifting an eyebrow, "you're making a manga for your project?"

Yuri pulled up a chair on the other side of the table from Travis, he'd made sure to visit here last so his sitting down wouldn't be odd. "i don't mind in the least. you're doing art and i know you'll have your project done on time. why would i, as an artist, discourage you from doing work that will sell and get your name out in the art world?" he smiled and pulled out his own sketch book. "don't mind if i join you here, do you? every other table's full."

((NO! He's just being a good teacher....shut up -_-))
Yuri sketched random scenes with faceless people in various poses, helping students when they came up to ask for his help. When the bell wrang he called out a few more instructions before they had all gone and he smiled as Travis left. "enjoy the nice weather, then. see you tomorrow." he started to clean up and get ready for the next class when he saw the note on the ground. frowning he picked it up and opened it, reading the tear stained note. his eyes slowly got wider and his face paler as he read it through and he knew that he was about to d something stupid. he hurried to his desk and grabbed the special pad of oragami paper he'd been using to write his notes. he usually would fold them up into some sort of shape, unable to leave just a plain piece of paper. yes, he knew he was weird, but he was an artist so it was expected.

Travis,
I promise you this is no trick.
to prove it, please meet me in the art room after school.
i'll reveal myself to you.

he paused and stared at what he'd been writing. "what am i thinking?" he whispered before shaking his head and finishing the letter.

I will be holding a 20x30 canvas
and will have three red flowers like the one this note is folded into.
hoping to see you,
YA

he signed it as he always did. YA, your admireror. he shook as he folded the paper into a flower and then snuck out to put it in the boy's locker along with the note he'd found. he was late for his next class, but they were good kids and already working on their projects when he arrived. he smiled and apologized before makingh si rounds and waiting for the end of school with dread.

i finally came and he had the three flowers on the desk beside where he was leaning. he was holding the promised canvas, it was the first painting he'd ever done of Travis, one where the other was smiling and looking out at the viewer as if he had a little secret and wasn't going to share. "please don't freak out." he whispered softly as he staired intot he eyes of the portrait.

((Dawww, don't run away! it just makes you adorable XD))
Yuri looked up when Travis walked in and met the other's eyes. the tears shocked him, "no, Travis, wait-" he reached out, but the boy was already gone. he dropped the canvas and ran after the other, now that he'd revealed himself, he couldn't just let him run away. "travis-" he called, greatful beyind greatful that all of the students were gone already. "travis!" he finally caught the boy before he got outside and had to grip hsi arm tightly while he bent over and gasped for breath. "we-need to-talk," he panted, looking up into the other's eyes, "please, travis. just listen to what i have to say. but not here-back in the classroom." he tugged on the other's sleeve as he started back for the room, "please, i promise to explain everything. it wasn't a set up, i swear that to you, but we can't talk here."

Yuri finally let go of travis when they were in his classroom, but now what did he do? "I-uh, that is...." he blushed a little and picked up the canvas. "iwhen i fist saw you-i couldn't help myself, i made this." he turned it so the other could see the painting. "b-but just amking this wasn't enough. i'd be sketching and suddenly you'd be on the page without me even meaning to-and, the notes...the notes was my way for trying to keep a proper student teacher relationship. if i could get the-the way i was thinking, the way i felt out through them then i could stay professional when i was around you. i was just going to-to stick with the notes until you graduated, but then i found that reply....i didn't know if you had figured out it was me or if you just ddropped it by accedent, but when i saw it my heart broke and i knew-i knew i had to tell you the truth." he sighed and put the canvas down on his desk, "i'm sorry. i know it's creepy, and sick and wierd and i should be reported for this, but i never once ment to hurt you, Travis. please believe me when i say that. i-i love you, Travis." the last words were whispered and as soon as he said then he wished he hadn't. he prayed the other hadn't heard, wouldn't notice the slip that could be the end of Yuri's life.

Yuri heard the other denying it and he knew that he was going to do something increadably stupid. he swallowed and was glad the door was shut as he stepped forward and gently cupped Travis' cheeks. before he could think about it he gently pressed his lips to the younger man's before quickly breaking away and stepping several paces back. "It's-it's real, Travis. i'm sorry-i guess that makes me a *****, huh?" he gave a week laugh and shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "ok, that didn't come out right....but, i don't know why and i've never really been attracted to others. i mean-i've had a lover or two, but they were all my age and i never felt like this before." he shook his head and leaned against the desk, his face in his hands, "god, i'm screwing this up." he lifted his head and looked at Travis, "i think-what i'm trying to say is that it was love at first sight. i don't know why, but as soon as i saw you i thought 'he's the one i've been looking for'. creepy, right?"