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Room trashing and overpriced figurines
ft. calculus demon
” ๋จ ํ ๋ฒ์ ๋ฌ๋น์ ๋ด ๋์ ๋ด์์ด “
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The bell rung throughout the many branches of hallways in the building. Students flooded the lockers and pushed through to their destinations. Lockers slamming shut echoed for the next few minutes. Shoes squeaked against the floor as everyone squeezed past one another to get to the first classes of their day.
Amongst students in Inazuma department, there were a select few who had a terrified expression on their faces and practically flew over everyone else โ heading towards the same destination by the end of the hallway that felt like miles with the ticking clock. Surprisingly, most willingly nudged out of their ways.
In front of one of the doors stood a indigo haired figure with crossed arms and a pant-pissing expression.
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“Good morning everyone! My name is ms. L/n, the new visual arts teacher of Inazuma, Liyue, and Sumeru department. This is my first day, so I hope I get to know everyone.” Placing her hand on her hips loosely, the h/c hair coloured teacher grinned. Her name written in bubbly letters on the whiteboard, adding even more colour to the room already bursting with hues.
“It’s actually my first time teaching high schoolers, so I’m pretty excited. Any questions for me?” She leaned against the board behind her figure. A tall student with white hair and red eyes with orangish hues raised his hand.
“Ms! Are you singl- OW!” The green haired girl in a ponytail beside him pulled on her seat mate’s ear before dragging him back down to his chair. “Apologies about Itto. I’m sure he’s just joking around. Right?” An imaginary irk mark formed on her forehead as she roughly let go of the boy, who flailed and nearly fell off. A nervous chuckle left the teacher’s lips at the scene.
“Ahaha.. Of course!” He nervously responded while rubbing the back of his nape.
She sweatdropped, but was glad to see that the whole class had burst out laughing. Just the average class clown.
They weren’t as rowdy as she was expecting. Probably due to the fact it was an art class where either degenerates or easy course fishers gathered up. However, there was one factor that took the attention of the teacher.
Every time their volume would begin to go up, they ushered each other back to barely above a whisper. Don’t get this wrong, she was rather impressed by their mindfulness teenagers their age usually was devoid of, knowing that this was very much above average for a class full of puberty hit creatures.
By no means did she want to compare them with animals. But the sight reminded her of a wildlife documentary of a cluster of prey animals holding their breaths in at the presence of an apex predator nearby….?
“โtherefore, I recommend gripping your pencil like this when shading darker spots. It takes up a lot less effort and strain on your fingers.” The brunette girl nodded with gratitude and began to finish off her piece. All of them were quite gorgeously done, some with interesting styles, some who seemed like they took a literal picture instead of drawing, and some…. Who were rather creative with their piece of art. Itto would be a great example.
Still life was supposed to be trying to draw what was laid in front of you as accurately as possible.. But where’s the right and wrong in art? (She still couldn’t tell whether his piece was supposed to be a banana in a basket or an upside down elephant)
The bell went off through the speakers as the students looked up from their pages and began to pack up for their next classes.
“That would be it for today. Grab a candy at the front if you want, see you guys next time!” Admittedly, she used a trick considered foul play amongst teachers trying to get their students to like them… Free candy. She almost thought these half-grown high schoolers would just walk out without interest, but they all crowded around the bowl for one. Seems like children are children no matter the age.
The last student walked out the class. Checking if no one was around, Y/n fist pumped the air silently to celebrate her survival of Teyvat academy. There’s a few minutes until the next class trickles in anyway, so she decided to go on her phone. Her notifications blew up while it was muted with texts and messages from former old colleagues checking in.
Just as she decided to shove her device into her pocket, a firm knock sounded by the closed door. “Come in!”
A slight squeaking noise was made by the opening door, as she made a mental note to take a look at it later. But something else, or rather someone else caught the teacher’s attention more. The rude purple headed teacher from this morning stood by the entrance, a textbook in hand. He raised his head and stared at her for a moment, tension quickly stacking up in the air.
“Quiet your students down. I can hear them chattering from across the room.” The rather below average height male ordered monotonously.
She swore to all gods in existence that the class was turning into a desert from how dry this man was. He only looked mildly annoyed with a deadpan expression. “Oh, I’m sorry about that. Your class must be really quiet if you heard mine. I was actually very impressed with them.” The teacher only crossed his arms in responce.
Y/n blinked at his snippy tone. “Hm?” She sweatdropped before laughing it off. He observed his new colleague with narrowed eyes, scanning around the assigned classroom. Scaramouche thought that he nearly went blind because of how colourful it was. Teachers were allowed to decorate their classrooms with their own things, but this was..
There were a few succulents in handmade pots sitting by the windowsills. A huge, colourful ‘WELCOME’ poster was hung up near one of the shelves by the desk- which wasn’t free of y/nfication either. The tiny figurines, books, highlighters, and countless tabletop gadgets made themselves home on the classic black desk. He thought decorations like these were a waste of time and money, but she clearly thought otherwise.
“It definately looks more like an art room, right? It took me so long to set all them up.. I’m not even halfway done yet.”
The man sighed and left before classes would start. He could feel himself going colourblind just by looking at that classroom. Y/n raised an eyebrow at his strange behavior, but shrugged it off. Maybe he’s just in a bad mood today, everyone gets grumpy every once in a while at least. Making another mental note to ask the students about him later, she checked the papers to see what she prepared for the next class.
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Twirling the pencil betwen her fingers boredly, the female stared at the second class of the day. This class was even more silent than your previous class. From other students, she heard that mr. Kreideprinz teaches the Mondstadt, Fontaine, and Natlan. Not to mention that he had degrees in chemistry and biology. Apparently Snezhnaya had their own teacher.. No wonder, since they’re a private department.
As soon as she finished giving instructions and answered questions, she told the class they’re allowed to chat with each other in their seats. But the moment “Oh yeah, the across room teacher asked me to quiet down so try to whisper, deal?” was spoken, everyone went dead silent. Only the sound of graphite scratching against paper filled the classroom. The young teacher looked up to observe the room that had so suddenly been reduced to a library-volume.
“I told you guys can talk, is everyone akward? I guess I understand that..” Unsure glances were exchanged between the highschoolers, all asking each other the same question mentally. “Have you not heard about mr. Raiden, ms. L/n?” A red haired student with blue eyes quietly spoke up. If she wasn’t sitting by the front, she barely would’ve heard her.
“So that’s what his name was! He seemed pretty grumpy today, maybe he woke up to his phone not charged or something.” She shrugged, popping her p. A splash of murmur rippled throughout the class. Y/n was even more engaged now, the student from before beginning to talk again. “He’s known to be.. Rather strict. I do admit mr. Raiden is quite scary when he gets mad.” “‘Quite scary’ my ass, that man is a demon!” The murmurings became a little louder, the others agreeing with the male student who spoke up after despite snorting under their breaths.
“I see… He didn’t seem like an idea teacher I would like to have either- obviously don’t tell him that.” She nonchalantly admitted. “It’s always the calculus teachers, isn’t it. You guys have to understand, that’s just what happens when you’re staring at pages of an ancient manuscript of scriptures called numbers all day long.” The class had become magically silent again, and this time, she now knew why. There was now proof in every way that the teacher next door probably wasn’t the most friendly person, but hey, if he willingly chose a job that involved children and patience, he couldn’t be that bad. She was likely stuck here for a while, so she hoped they would come on more friendlier terms soon.
What’s a way to indirectly approach someone in a not weird way…
The bell rung once again, breaking the silence. “Lunch! Get outta here, grab a candy if you want.” Handing their papers into a neat pile, majority grabbed a sweet before leaving the room happily. Candy is the universal magic to steal any student’s heart.
The first two periods ended. Y/n yawned tiredly as she unpacked her food from the messenger bag she wore to school. As she brought out her lunch and opened the water bottle, the reflection of Raiden’s room reflected on her bottle through the halfway open door. She squinted her eyes and turned around, eyes going blank at the sight.
That place โ looked like a damn psych ward. But that gave her an idea.
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“I’m going to ask one. More. Time. Who did this?”
Everyone in the classroom sat in heavy silence, all praying that whoever did this will turn themselves in already. No one could bring themselves to even look up from the ground or their desks. By the time lunch ended and everyone returned to their class, the first thing mr. Raiden’s class noticed was… The new additions to the room.
The plain metal pencil holder on his desk perviously was cast aside and was replaced by one that looked like a frog with its mouth open. Painted rocks sat on the windowsill, along with a baby blue ribbon binding the ends of the gray curtains. The top of shelves were now filled with at least a dozen of small figurines and crude looking decorations that were meant to be sitting on a teenaged girl’s desk.
‘Your room is really plain. I used my leftover decorations for your class instead! Hope your students like them~ <3
-L/n’
Scrunching up the sticky note on his desk, Scaramouche threw the note into the trash nearby. The students could practically see the smoke fuming from their teacher’s figure as he stood still for a moment. “Stay silent. I’ll go have a chat with the new teacher.” Smiling creepily, he almost ripped the door out of its poor hinges before stomping out. The class wished the best for the new teacher they heard about.
Three knocks (bangings) sounded from the door, which nearly made her push down the huge pile of stacked erasers. Everyone else who were cheering on for ms. L/n’s eraser stacking challenge suddenly became quiet at the noise. She mentally smirked. Seems like Raiden received his gift. “Come in!” Barging the entrance open, tufts of violet hair covered Scaramouche’s darkened irises. His eyes twitched multiple times, a smile forcing itself onto his porcelain face. “Ms. L/n.. Perhaps you won’t mind explaining the ‘trashing’ that occurred in my classroom?”
“Aww, trashing? You break my heart, mr. Raiden. Don’t you like my new gifts?” Calmly stacking a pink eraser to the high pile, she pretended to ignore the burning stare coming from the door. All her students froze in their spots the second he came in. Despite the air that grew thicker by second, Y/n did anything but comprehend the situation that felt like an extra scene in a shoujo comedy seriously.
“Haha. You’re a funny one, ms. L/n. I would love to have… Tea with you after school, how does that sound?” The tension that built up was so thick, someone could grab a box cutter by the desk and slice it. But neither showed any signs of backing off. “Thank you for the invitation, but you see, I’m quite busy and I use my time the best I can. Of course, I’m not blaming you for enjoying your sweet free time~”
A vein popping in his forehead, Scaramouche pouted sarcastically and leaned against the doorframe. “Awe.. Its a shame that I’m not taking a no for answer.” Getting up to leave back to his own room, his indigo eyes turned back to you for a few seconds. “4 o’clock sharp, in my class. I’ll check by after the bell just to make sure you don’t forget.”
Scaramouche shut the door and padded his way back to the math class (that was still drowned in silence). When she turned away from the glorious tower, everyone was frozen in their spot. Y/n sweatdropped and took a deep breath.
Some prologue to the start of a long 3 years.
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