"Why aren't you getting this question right? It's the simplest problem ever!" Baldi smacked his ruler against his hand, feeling angered. He felt overemotional and almost anything could tick him off.

It was Monday morning the next week, and things hadn't felt much better for the teacher.

"But I can't even read the problem!" The student said. The bald teacher huffed in annoyance and snatched the paper from the student's hand.

"Look. The problem says this: 2 + 2 (5 x 6) -7. I know you know how to solve this." Baldi said pointing at the numbers with his ruler. Other students began to furiously write this down as they too couldn't seem to see the problem. "You are in seventh grade, aren't you?"

The student nodded shakily. This was his eighth period class where most of the students were seventh graders.

"Then ACT LIKE IT!" At this the math teacher slammed his ruler down on the desk and it broke in two. Most students looked at the broken half Baldi gripped tightly in his hand in utter shock.

"I'm sorry!" The student cried, shaking and cowering in their seat. The math teacher felt tears spring into his eyes. He didn't mean to take it out on the student.

"Just...keep doing your work." Baldi said, covering his face in his hand. "I'll be right back. D-don't mess around while I'm gone okay?"

The students continued their work in shock as the math teacher left the classroom. He walked down the halls and into one of the janitor's closets, not caring if the janitor himself was there. He just needed someplace to hide away. He closed the door behind him and was glad to find no janitor.

The bald man leaned against the wall and slid down, realizing how much this actually hurt him. He buried his face in his knees.

Baldi realized he was still holding the broken ruler, and threw it against the wall opposite of him, letting it patter on the carpet floor. He stared at the broken price of wood, feeling hot tears streak across his cheeks.

He didn't want to go back out there.

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The principal sat at his desk unfocused and scared. He had wanted to talk to Baldi all day but he didn't know how to approach the man. Another wrong move might break their relationship for good.

After a minute of silence, he decided to walk the halls and make sure no one was breaking rules. Maybe that would get his mind off of things.

The halls were barren and he knew it was still class time. Maybe he'd catch some students ditching class. But to no avail. He was about to give up this small venture when he heard muffled crying coming from one of the janitor's closets.

The janitor is probably drunk again. Damnit. The principal thought. He had seriously considered firing the guy but no one was willing to take the position. He then realized something. The janitor hadn't come in today.

Hesitantly, he grabbed at the knob and opened the door to reveal Baldi huddled in the corner of the small room.

"B-Baldimore...?" The principal quietly called. The bald teacher looked up to meet eyes with his boyfriend.

"Go away." He said, burying his wet face back into his knees. The principal sighed and got on his hands and knees, crawling over to Baldi. He sat down next to the teacher, making sure to keep space between them just in case.

"Listen, I—"

"Don't. I'm sorry Kennith I just can't-...." At this, the bald teacher felt himself tear up again. "I'm just..."

The principal didn't say anything and instead leaned in and hugged the teacher. Baldi was shocked at first, but then realized how much he wanted this. How much he needed it.

The bald teacher turned and hugged the principal tight, grossly sobbing into his shirt. "I'm sorry..." He whimpered, gripping the folds of the principal's shirt tighter.

"It's okay. You're okay." The principal cooed repeatedly, rubbing the math teacher's back as he weeped. They sat there that way for a good few minutes and eventually, Baldi calmed down. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah." Baldi sniffed, rubbing his eyes. He really did feel better after that.

The principal felt weird having not apologized yet. "Baldi?"

"Yes?" The math teacher looked up into the principal's dark eyes.

"I'm sorry. For what happened." The principal began, expecting Baldi to object. But he didn't. "I know it's hard on you to be going through this. Especially since it should be my fault. I should've thought things through. Hell, I was probably a little drunk myself."

Baldi laughed quietly, knowing that it could be true. "I suppose you have a point. Just...please make sure this doesn't happen in the future with us."

"You mean the se—"

"I mean getting upset at each other." The teacher said, cutting him off. "I love you too much to let you go. And never in my life have I had someone so damn perfect as you. I can't just let that go." Baldi began to tear up again, but this time out of happiness. So did the principal.

"But do you feel better?" The principal asked.

"I guess. At least, better than I was." He responded. There was a small pause.

"So is your name really Baldimore?" The principal asked, trying to help the teacher with getting his mind off of what they'd been through. The math teacher looked up, feeling strange about the question.

"I mean, yes? Why the question?" He asked. He didn't mind the conversation they'd started. It was just so random.

"It just that you live in Baltimore and..." The principal said. Baldi made a muffled chuckle.

"My parents thought I was a joke." He said, wiping his eyes. The principal nodded, feeling bad but listening closely. "After I got cancer, they didn't want me anymore. Said I was too expensive to take care of. They ended up legally renaming me."

"What was your name before they changed it?" The principal asked.

"It was Hairimore. Hairi for short." Baldi said. The principal smiled sympathetically.

"Well, I like you name better now." He said, putting a hand on the bald teacher's shoulder. "It's more fitting."

"Thanks..." Baldi said, smiling at the compliment. Suddenly, the bell rang and it startled the both of them. "I—"

"Don't worry. It's the end of the day anyways." The principal said, taking the teacher's face into his hand.

"I guess you're right." He said, and leaned into the principal's hand. The principal went in and kissed him, feeling the press deepen as the teacher in turn fell into the kiss. They parted after a few seconds.

They sat there a while, both feeling better with themselves. But it was getting late. They'd have to leave if they didn't want to be spotted in the closet.

"Wanna go home?" The principal asked, leaning a little closer to the bald man. The teacher nodded, wiping possible tears away on his sleeve.

"Yes please." At this, the principal got up and helped his peer up as well. Quietly, they made their way out of the closet. ((OH MY GOD THEY CAME OUT OF TE CLOSET.)) "I need to get my stuff. I-I'll see you tomorrow?"

"I'll see you tomorrow. Love you." The principal said.

"I love you too." With this, they both parted ways, each going to a different destination with each other in mind.

Baldi made his way to the classroom and gathered his things. He looked up to the blackboard and noticed something that made him feel even better inside.

The board was filled with small sticky notes from his students, all saying that they understood that he must've been stressed and that they forgave him for the outburst. He smiled and read each one before taking it and putting it in his bag. He then left with a smile.

The principal walked to his office. Playtime sat on her dad's chair patiently waiting for him.

"Hey sweetie." The principal called, smiling brightly at his daughter.

"Dad!" She squealed excitedly, jumping from the chair and running to hug her father. "Where have you been?"

"I was just helping someone with something." He said, thinking of Baldi as he said this.

"Oh? Then why does your shirt look all wet?" Playtime asked, pointing to the wet spot on the principal's shoulder. The principal realized that it was soaked, and smiled sheepishly.

"Just a water spill. Now come on, let's lock the school up for today so we can go home." He said.

"Okay." Playtime grabbed the principal's hand and they went to lock the doors of the school. After doing this, they made their way to the front parking lot.

"How was you day at school?" The principal asked as they went inside their car. Playtime smiled brightly.

"It was good." She said, buckling herself in the car seat. "How about you?"

"It was a good day." He said, buckling himself in too and starting up the car.

It ended up being a good day after all.

Hey again! Author here.
Wow I hope this story is good so far. I've been on a writing spree lately so I got this one out and edited faster. Thanks for being patient anyways!

Also, the next chapter will start to reveal the plot a lot more. Be prepared for the science teacher. =>