Wreath
He hated art class. No wait, he didn't hate it that didn't sound quite right. No he loathed art class. So much that he was extremely tempted to just skip it altogether, but unfortunately it's apart of his credit to graduate school. So he was always suffering and seething in silence when he sits in that class and is forced to just endure watching the hottest and most infuriating man in existence teaching them about being flamboyant in their work.
It did not help that he sometimes brought little explosives that he set off to give emphasis to what he said.
So not only did he suffer from his hormones and irritation, but his anxiety is also influenced by the fact his teacher was someone unpredictable.
Honestly why did he even sign up for this class? He should have just taken orchestra like Tanjiro or chorus like Inosuke. It would have been way better than dealing with any of this.
"All right you un flamboyant peons. Since the holidays are coming up and Rengoku-san has told me you all have been slacking on your western Christmas reports, he asked that if any of you makes a westernized wreath then he will give you extra credit. So that means you all better get in the spirit of Christmas because I don't intend to let you off the hook until they're done."
Zenitsu resisted the very powerful urge to throw the jar of turpentine at that gorgeous, smirking mug of this man.
"Now, normally wreaths are made with plants, ribbons, bells, and whatever else you can find in one of those christmas shops. So I took the liberty of buying a bunch of those things..."
Well...perhaps making a wreath wouldn't be so bad. If the teacher was providing the stuff they needed then all he had to do was pick a good size and then put on whatever fancied him. Maybe this will be one of the rare classes where it won't be too bad-
"Individually!" Tengen held up about ten separate bags that held wreathes of differing colors, sizes and the ornaments couldn't be made out very well through the bags, "Now you idiots better get right to work! I want to see what you all come up with! The super glue and hot glue guns are on the back table!"
He started to distribute each wreath to a student per table, while Zenistu's thoughts now had turned to that of murder and mortification. Of course it wouldn't be just a simple project. Of course he couldn't have a day in class when he's not suffering from his teacher's shenanigans. Of COURSE he will have no say in what he would make his wreath look like because the teacher is more insane than Inosuke in math class!
As the last bag is placed down in front of him, Zenitsu took in a deep slow breath and slowly opened the bag.
"I thought you all could use a bit of a challenge. Think a little outside the box you know? I wanted each one to suit your personality from how well I know you."
Zenitsu tunes out his hot teacher after that as he pulled out a yellow wreath. Not just any yellow, oh no, but a fake sparkly yellow one that could ne mistaken as gold easily if Zenitsu didn't know better. As for the ornaments? Well there was purple and yellow ones of lightning bolts, little katana ornaments, and a specific ornamen that resembled a cartoonish Raijin on a chariot.
"..." Zenitsu raised his hand slowly.
"Yes Agatsuma?"
"...I don't see anything Christmas related sir. Except the wreath."
"I said these were based on your personality," Tengen winked at him before he cracked his knuckles, "Keep digging don't worry."
Zenitsu narrowed his eyes before he started to dig further in the bag. He pulled out some silver and grey ornaments, then a cute looking sparrow ornament and lastly...
He could FEEL his anger rising when he pulls out a crying emoji ornament, his eyes twitching as he almost crushed it. Everything else he could forgive right now. He could forgive the lack of Christmas in these pieces, he could forgive that his teacher was hot and had three hot women waiting for him at him, and he could especially forgive the last few months of hell in this damned class. In all honesty he took this class because he thought it would be fun for him to do!
However before he could open his mouth, it was then his teacher placed his hands on his desk and now was looking at him with a charming smile. "Well? You going to get started or what Agatsuma? I can help if you're having trouble you know."
"..." slowly the blonde young man stood up and he snapped around to go and get one of the containers of super glue.
Why am I always having a crush on crazy people? Why can't I have a crush on people who are normal? Like Kanao? Or even Tanjiro? God I am hopeless when it comes to romance...
Zenitsu sits down with a grumble, trying to ignore his teacher now looming over him as he started to drizzle the glue all over the wreath.
"Ah, getting a bit wild there hmm? Make sure not to let it stick to the table now-"
It was then he grabbed his glue covered wreath and without thinking, he jumped up and brings it down on Uzui-sensei's head and makes sure it went down to hang off his neck.
...
Which is how Uzui now found himself in the care of Kyojuro who was currently putting nail polish remover over his neck. He had his arms crossed and head tilted back as he let him dab at the handiwork of his favorite student as class had been dismissed for the day.
"Hmm...I had a feeling that boy was stressed lately but I did not think he would do something like this," Kyojuro hummed at his handiwork in slight awe since he honestly had not expected something like this to happen.
Especially from such a good student!
Tengen...Tengen was actually smiling to himself, "I know, right? I think he's starting to really break out of his shell don't you think?"
"Well.."
"Such a flamboyant display! I was wondering how long he was going to let me get away with messing with him," Tengern laughed before he was smacked on the shoulder by his fellow teacher.
"Hold still, Uzui-san, I am still trying to get this thing off you...wait is that why you were so adamant about buying the materials for your students instead of letting them work on it as homework?"
"Yes!" Tengen grinned, before he sighed contently.
He always enjoyed pushing students to their limit and out of their comfort zone. After all how were they to succeed in the world without a little discomfort from what their passion is? It made no sense to him whatsoever not to try and push them.
Uzui looked outside and watched as Zenitsu was making a lot of animated hand gestures while walking with his friends and still looking annoyed as ever. In all honesty it was quite a surprise he had gotten away with only a warning. Perhaps because Uzui had had a long talk with the headmaster before letting Agatsuma go on his way.
Plus...he was just so cute.
Hmm...he would make a very cute boyfriend once he graduates college this year...