Thank a Teacher Day 1
Virgil has just been accepted onto an elite team and wants to thank his former teacher for all the help he's given. But what unexpected twist will come about this simple gesture?
This was written in celebration for the upcoming "Thank a Teacher Day"
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In the wide net of dimensions that create the multiverse, a few locations overlap with the middle realities. These nexus worlds consist of places where Travelers, the wanderers of the cosmos, meet, rest, and learn from one another's unique experiences.
One of the most unique of these places is LaRose University. Its founder, a dimensional traveler of great renown, established it to train the next generations of great heroes who would fight the forces of evil far more powerful than any one reality could.
And even though their destinies are great, these students are still students. They deal with everything that any other student deals with, even if it is extraordinary.
We now focus on one such student who walks through the open-air pathway of the floating campus, swiping through his work without a care in the world. He is a broad-shouldered bunny whose uniform clings tightly to his arms and whose massive fingers make him fumble sometimes in his swiping. But when he receives the notification, he stops, beams, and rushes off immediately, stomping his way through the path and passing a few other students, narrowly missing and barreling them down.
He passes by the fountain, which features the statue of his founder, his spiky hair crimson in the sun, and his black coat billowing in the imagined wind. As he stands triumphantly, pointing to the future, the golden caretaker bot, a humanoid construct, beeps and waves to the passing young man.
As he runs, another figure joins him, a blond student in her early twenties, rushing up from nowhere and matching his pace. “Wow, where are you going, Virgil?" she asks.
“Gonna go see the Prof, Andy!" He beams, his ears flopping at the speed they're going. “I did it."
She widens her eyes and stops, slumping her shoulders. “You… you did? But how…?"
Virgil passes through the pavilion and past the cafeteria, planting his feet as he approaches the office building. He leaps four stories, clings to the wall, opens a window, and slips himself in.
After all, it wasn't the physical examinations that the rabbit had failed.
On the proper floor, Virgil proceeds to his professor's door, where he stops on a dime and knocks, waiting for a response.
“Come in," comes the soft voice.
Virgil steps in, beaming.
The professor Virgil searched for is standing at the window of the professionally presented office. He has a hand on the window sill and dresses sharply in a button-up shirt, a sweater vest, and khakis. When he turns to face the student, he shows his soft, freckled face with glasses and short but curly black hair. Standing next to the hulking student, he is pretty dainty indeed. “Ah, Virgil," says the professor, motioning to the chair before his desk. “Do you want to sit?"
Virgil scoots into the seat, the colossal leporine's frame making the thing so tiny, and he's bunching up to fit it so comically. “Dr. Dellid!" He begins, “I did it! You were right. I could make it into Gold Team!"
“That's amazing!" Professor Dellid says, sitting behind his desk and lacing his fingers together. “I knew you had it in you to excel in the academic subjects."
“Y-yeah, well, I couldn't have done it without you, Doc. Seriously." He says this, placing his hands on the desk.
Dr. Dellid smiles and reaches across the table, patting one of those massive paws. “You're going to do great things, Virgil. You're going to be a hero, and you're going to save people."
“Yeah…" Virgil says, sighing. He keeps his hand there, his tail thumping on the back of his chair. “But yeah, I'm gonna head out soon, like tomorrow."
“You're not even going to attend a graduation?"
“Gotta go on patrol, you know," Virgil says, shrugging.
Dr. Dellid smiles. “Of course," he says this, pulling his hand back. “You have so much to prepare for. I shouldn't be keeping you."
Still sitting, Virgil strokes his muzzle. "Actually," Virgil begins. I wanted to ensure I could get you something—thank you properly."
Dr. Dellid pushes his glasses up. “Thank me? You're doing so well is, thanks enough. Go out there and be as great as you can be, champ. You're no longer a student. You're a hero!"
Virgil nods, pushing himself up and then heading out the door. He pauses and then looks over his shoulder. “So, Doc, if there was anything anyone would get you, even if it were just somethin' you're thinking about right now on a whim, what would that be?"
Dr. Dellid leans back, folding his hands again and closing his eyes. “Oh, I'm rather content. Nothing, nothing at all."
Virgil shakes his head and heads out the door, but as he gets to the hall and has it almost shut, that's when Dr. Dellid adds, through a sighing whisper. “Could use a good dick about now, damn."
Virgil opens the door back up, staring at Dr. Dellid.
Dr. Dellid stares back at him, his face going white. “V… Virgil, something the matter?"
The leporine student's ears twitch, and he points to them. “I, uh, I got excellent hearing, teach."
From white, the professor's face turns a bright red, and he buries his face in his hands. “Oooh fuck! Please forget you heard anything, Virgil. I'm really sorry. I'm terribly, truly, sor-“
Virgil again places his paw on the desk, staring at the smaller male. “You know, Doctor Dellid," he says. “I got a good dick."