Hank watches you from the doorway of your class room as you taught the kids about the black plague. Hank has liked you ever since he met you three years ago, especially since you were both teachers at the mansion. You taught history and art or history of the arts, while he taught science and PE.

He would always watch you teach, admiring the way you taught with passion like you actually liked what you were teaching and how you were able to keep the kids in check even the super hyper ones that could barely control their powers. He always thought that you were made for him and that you two were perfect for each other with the similarities. But he knew that you could never love him as he was well blue, furry, and always tied his work.

Yet he always maybe had hope that you had feelings back, as you two did always have some flirty banter during missions and breaks between work. Plus you didn’t seem to mind the blue fur, ears, and the constant quotes of Shakespeare.

’No what are you thinking Hank!’ he thought to himself as he looked up the sound of class ending snapping him out of his thoughts.