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I did not trade my wattpad user for a piece of popcorn from my friend….
You know who you are.
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1 am adventures
ft. Miko locked the doors
” ์ ๋ฌ์ด ์ธ๋กญ์ง ์๊ฒ ํด์ค “
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Yae fell asleep on the couch by the time the three of them returned (very awkwardly). Scaramouche went straight up to his room while Ei got a blanket for the pink haired lady. It was a sweet scene.
The Raiden invited her neighbor to stay for dinner, but she insisted that she was fine and headed back. Ei paid for everything at the cafe, it would be a bother to stay any longer.
After bidding farewells, the young woman returned to the empty house. Even with its colourful decoration, the single house felt even more lonely. She plopped down onto the beige couch with occasional paint stains on the surface. Despite being told by many friends and guests to replace this old thing, she had an emotional attachment to anything in her possession for more than a year.
Ei and Yae truly felt like ‘parents.’ Scaramouche was lucky to have them. Of course, they likely had some history she didn’t know, so she wasn’t in the place to say anything. But.. She couldn’t help but still feel a tinge bit jealous. Just a little. Still, what’s the point being bound to what has already passed by?
Yawning, she stared at the sunflower painting hung on the wall nearby. Ah right, that’s where the yellow stain came from. Speaking of art.. She should probably get a refill of candy tomorrow on the way to grocery. Not to mention the paperwork that needs to be done. That’s alright, she was sure she could squirm out of some overdue situations with principal Raiden on her side. Blinking, Y/n shortly fell into slumber.
Just for five minutes and paperwork.
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“Mom, dad! Look at what I made at school.” The nine year old girl proudly presented them her masterpiece. It was a painting with three people- a tall male, a female in a dress, and a shorter girl with a house in the background. Her teacher even wrote a note for your parents about how talented she was! An older woman took the paper to inspect it, her daughter’s eyes brimming with pride and expectation for something.
“These silly drawings again. What about your math tests, are they marked yet? Did you practice for your piano concert next week?” -Came from her lips instead of a compliment.
The drawing was placed back into her outstretched hands revealing the artwork was now retreated into her arms. The once excited grin like a child on Christmas eve was long gone, replaced with a blank frown. Perhaps she was the stupid one to believe a single gift would impress her mother. “The test will come out tomorrow.. I can play the song without reading the music by now.”
“Good. We’re expecting perfect results after all those tutors.”
“And focus less on your little ‘artist’ things, studies are more important.”
“Of course… Mother, father.”
She returned upstairs to her room and organized the backpack for the next day. Staring at the painting once more, she realized small drops of water was dropping onto the thick sketchbook paper. It absorbed into the rough texture, as her tiny hands holding onto the page shook slightly.
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“Miss. Y/n, how come you’ve brought the painting back?” Hugging the canvas in her grip, she looked away from the caring eyes of her teacher.
“Mother and father says I should focus more on my studies.. They weren’t happy when I gave them this.” His smile faltered slightly. What parent in their right mind tells a fourth grader to focus on her academics? The teacher smiled gently and pat her head. His brown apron was covered in all kinds of smudges, but they just gave her more comfort. Crouching down to the child’s level, he gently took the painting out of her grip to inspect it.
“Tell me dear, did you enjoy painting this?”
“Hm?”
“When you were drawing this, were you feeling happy?” Squinting her eyes, she recalled to yesterday when she were creating the drawing. From squeezing the shiny paint out to feeling the brush glide over smooth surface, it all felt.. Would the word magical be too childish to use?
“Yes..”
He smiled once more and gave the piece back to her. Hesitantly accepting it, Y/n stared at it once more. “In that case, I think you should continue drawing, my friend. Studies aren’t everything you know. When I was younger, I almost got kicked out of school because of my grades.”
“R-really? But you’re so smart!”
“Haha. Thank you, but want to know the secret behind how I became a teacher?” The brunette leaned slightly into her ear, just far enough so that she’d still feel comfortable. Slightly excited to hear what he had to say, the girl leaned in eagerly.
“All I did was do what I liked and was good at. Teaching others.”
“Really?”
“Yep. And some smart people noticed me and invited me to study at smart people place.” Y/n covered her mouth and giggled at his choice of words. From the vigorous amount of tutoring and studying, she would’ve understood a little more complex words easily, but hearing baby words for the first time felt relaxing too. His eyes softened at her actions.
“I’m always here for you to show off. All I ask for miss Y/n is to keep doing what she loves.”
“Thank you, Mr. _______ “
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With a slight jolt, she awoke from the dream. She clenched on the fabric of her pants, letting go once she realized her grip was getting sweaty. Wait, what was the time?
1:02 AM
She nearly read the clock as afternoon time instead of AM and laid back on the couch. When her brain finally went back on duty, the teacher blinked and stared at her clock in disbelief. It wasn’t until the digital clock added an extra minute to the time she finally tuned back into reality. There were quite a few missed calls or texts from friends, her shirt was halfway rolled up, and her mind went blank. To top it all off, it felt as if she just had a fever dream.
Stumbling and nearly tripping on air, she reached out for a hoodie that was conveniently nearby. Whether it was wrinkled or was dirty didn’t come across her mind. Come on, who’s going to judge the outfit of a broke art teacher that became hungry in the middle of early morning?
Outside was pitch black just as expected. The street lamps illuminated the streets just enough so Y/n (hopefully) wouldn’t smash against a pedestrian’s car. After a few blocks and a couple of creepy people lurking in the shadows, she reached the small convenient store. Some of the lights in the sign was broken, but the 24 hour open was still readable. The bell on the door jingled slightly as she pushed against it.
“Scaramouche?”
He turned around to the caller of his name before his grip on the coffee cup tightened. “What are you doing here at this hour.”
“I could be asking the same thing!” Rolling his eyes, her neighbor grabbed his item and started walking towards the counter to pay.
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Y/n had somehow convinced the male to hang around with her until they both had to return home. With a pouty expression and the excuse ‘it’s dangerous for a lady to be alone at this time’, Scaramouche groaned and followed her. Hey, in return she paid for his coffee along with her drink, so it’s fair.
As both were walking, they passed by a playground that was obviously not infiltrated by children. The female immediately ran over to the swings and practically jumped on it, still taking sips from her drink. Scaramouche sighed and followed his forced companion, knowing he’ll be the prime suspect if anything happened to her.
Definitely not the least bit worried or anything.
“Eh? Ms. L/n?”
A familiar brunette waved over to her with a surprised face. She had a gray hoodie with black pants. Hu Tao. Behind her, there was a decently big group of people her age. “Tao! How are you?”
From behind, another figure followed the teacher. “What are you teenagers doing out at this time of the day. You all have school tomorrow.” Scaramouche spoke in a deadpan tone.
Everybody who heard ms. L/n’s name and was about to approach paused on spot the moment they heard the deeper voice. Scaramouche glared down at every one of the students while drinking from his cup. Y/n shook her head and patted the swing next to her, inviting them over. “Don’t mind this killjoy, you’re all still young~ Much to see and much to enjoy. Isn’t that so, mr. Raiden?” His eyes fell into disappointed slits as he crossed his arms.
“You kids should be studying at this time. What are you doing wasting time at a playground.”
“Theoretically speaking, you’re also doing that right now.”
“Does it look like I’m here by choice.”
The group stared as the two went on back and forth, no one daring to interrupt. She eventually ended the lovely conversation and hopped off the swings. Scaramouche flipped out his device to do work, while his companion went off to hang out with high schoolers.
“You’re it!”
“Haa? That’s cheating!”
No one minded how interesting it would’ve seemed to outsiders watching grown high schoolers and their teacher playing tag in the dark at a playground. They laughed and screamed down the slides as if high on something. Childe being the tagger was the scariest, his long legs striding over by matter of seconds before tapping someone who froze in fear. Itto.. Kept bumping into structures with the darkness to blame. He was usually tagger the longest.
There was around- 7? Herself included. Tao, Childe, Itto, Amber, Lumine and her brother. When Scaramouche pulled out his earpods and looked up, one was pushing a screaming one down the slide, one was trying to jump off the highest point, one was dancing on the floor, and the other teacher was recording everything while laughing. And the rest were still chasing each other around.
He should be paid for this.
No one minded the Raiden staring at them, having faith ms. L/n would somehow pull them out of any lectures. The said male mentally slapped his head as Aether who came down the slide crashed into- what was his name, Arataki. His dancing was an eyesore anyway. Well-deserved.
The time was 2 am in the morning. Most of the group was sitting all over the structures, their energy finally depleted. They finally got Y/n’s socials after almost five whole minutes of begging and Scaramouche glaring at them for yapping away so near him.
Eventually, she was the same person who convinced everyone to go back home. Thankfully, no one needed a drive as most lived fairly close by one another. Amber and the twins left together, Itto and Childe decided to have a sleepover, and the rest were busing back.
After the last group left, the two teachers began walking to their own homes. The trip was silent, but not as uncomfortable as she imagined. Her neighbor pushed his device into his pocket as he arrived closer to his home.
“Bye bye! Don’t miss me too much.”
“Kill yourself.”
Y/n smiled and skipped over to her own house, unlocking the door and kicking her sneakers off somewhere. Turning on the lights, she switched the TV on. A random show came on, which her deciding to watch without paying much attention.
Just as when she thought the day was over, a knock came at the door.
“Coming!” She shouted and hopped off her seat. Thinking it was her lobster earrings ordered from shein at 2 am, she opened the door. Instead, a blue haired male stood outside with an unimpressed glare.
“Let me in. Miko locked the doors.”
“PFFT-“
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A/n if my future bf doesn’t kidnap me in the middle of 12 am for a McDonald’s date I don’t want him ๐
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