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Neighbor sleepover
ft. dilfs
” ๋๋ ๋ณ์ ๋ณด์๋ฉฐ ๋ด ์์ ๋์ด์ “
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Last night was a disaster.
Ei turned off her phone while she slept and couldn’t open the door for her son. Not that he had plans on contacting her anyway.. As for Miko- both probably knew why.
Scaramouche just kind of barged in like that. She laughed at him for a bit, but left him to his leisure after that. He sat on the couch like it was his own home and slept in Y/n’s guest room. For free. Well, she did force him to make 3 am cake with her. To her utter surprise, he didn’t inherit his mother’s cooking skills. It brought tears to her eyes in gladness that she finally had someone else who can cook without burning the kitchen down.
Definately kidnapping him one day to cook with her again.
The following day was Sunday, so Y/n and Scaramouche didn’t have to worry about work. She decided to be generous and leave him a breakfast cake slice along with her spare keys with a note saying to lock the doors once he leaves. He didn’t seem to like sweets, but what is something that a human can’t eat if they’re hungry enough?
This man should be awake by the time she’s back.. He’s not the type to steal anything or snoop around so the teacher wasn’t too concerned (not that her broke self had anything to steal anyway). Plus, she had Ei to run to if he tried anything weird.
Grocery list.. Pink trash bags, all purpose flour, (since her loving neighbor spilt half of it earlier) some more classroom decorations, and rest were just food. Getting the car started, Y/n drove off to the lines of stores nearby. The neighborhood was quiet as usual, but she nearly road killed a squirrel on the way. And the squirrel nearly killed her with a heart attack.
There were plenty of parking spaces in the lot due to how early it was. Other than the occasional people walking to the church nearby, it was almost free of human beings on streets. Well- no one really gets up at 7 to grocery shop on weekends. Shame on them, parking wherever she wanted and barging the doors open without worrying about scratching other cars felt great.
But it’s either her superpower or a miracle that Y/n was still standing from an hour of sleep.
It’s alright. She’d seen many people in college go for days and weeks without proper sleep anyway. They seemed to survive off instant coffee from vending machines and candy they stole from her back in the days.. Raging academic addicts are scary.
“Ms. L/n- is that you?”
“Hm? Oh, mr. Baizhu!”
A green haired man greeted the young woman with a friendly smile. “It’s been a while. How have you been?”ย “Not bad, actually! High school kids aren’t as bad as I thought. How is Qiqi doing?”
The two kind of just stood there and chatted like two moms who were friends since middle school that just met each other after years. Qiqi wasn’t with him since she was at her daycare.
Y/n finally looked at the time to realize that she had been standing around at the gate of the shop. More people started to park their cars and enter the store. Baizhu was also surprised to discover the time. The two of them hurried into the store and browsed around together. She even showed him where the different coloured trash bags were. He sweatdropped at the uneccesarily colourful materials that he saw for the first time ever since this shop opened. Normally she would’ve only bought one box, but since she was a generous person who shares with other teachers around, she bought a second package.
Now the real problem is figuring out how to replace mr. Raiden’s trash without getting caught. Hey, she was technically making the janitor’s job easier.
Her companion gave her some actual useful tips at grocery stores and even how to bargain at the cashier. Although his deal with the cashier was good indeed, she was basically drooling while staring at him the entire times so it didn’t really count.
Dilf.
She and Baizhu talked a bit more on the benches nearby. But because of the food in the grocery bags, they both had to return home not long after.
Soon, Y/n returned home to her door still being unlocked. She thought that Scaramouche didn’t lock the doors and left, but to her surprise, that creature was still asleep. At eleven in the morning. All her friends in the past said she was the insane one, but Y/n simply couldn’t understand how people could stay in bed so late.
“Scaramouche! Are you still asleep??”
“..Leave me alone.” She couldn’t decide wether to cry, sigh, or snort so she knocked on the door once more. A groan and some shufflings emerged from inside. “Go back home you teenager. Shouldn’t Miko or Ei be up by now?” Y/n popped her head in.
“Ei probably forgot people exsist and Miko sleeps until noon.”
“Oh. There’s leftover cake downstairs.”
With that, she left him be. Her phone rang the unfamiliar ringtone. Y/n didn’t know what it was, but it was a song you let one of her students choose for you as a thank-you for distracting Scaramouche while she changed his trash bag. It wasn’t a bad song, so she decided to keep it for a while. The caller id was none other than Ei herself.
“Hello?”
“Good morning. I saw your texts, has Kunikuzushi made any problems for you last night?”
“Oh don’t worry. He’s been a good grown adult and even made cake with me!”
“..Oh? That’s a surprise. Anyways I unlocked the doors. Could you tell him to come back once he’s awake?”
“Yep yep. No worries.”
Ei ended the call as the teacher finished her sentence. Sighing, she jogged back upstairs despite being halfway down already. She was going to grow leg muscles from going up and down the stairs all day.. The guest room door burst open to reveal a grumpy looking short man with a signature scowl on his face. Seeing that face at on the way to the bathroom at night would be scary.
Scaramouche ruffled his hair as it flattened back in place after one hand shook through it. Her mouth hung open in jealousy that bowl cuts didn’t have to style or brush their hair to look like a decent human being every morning. Actually, that hair style isn’t worth it.
“Scaracooch. Great timing, Ei said the door is unlocked. As much as I know you’re going to miss me-“
“Leave that sentence there. And don’t ever call me that again.” Y/n faked a hurt expression, placing a hand on her chest and twirled around dramatically. But she forgot that she was right next to the stairs. It took less than a second for her to start feeling her body tilting down.
Surprisingly, no impact came.
“Dumbass. Can’t teach properly and now you can’t even stand still normally? But what did I expect from you.” Blinking, she stood completely still. It took a solid minute to comprehend the situation that she almost died and got saved by the cause of her own near death. Scaramouche stood the young woman upright and stomped down the stairs. He didn’t look like he had plans to go home anytime soon.
“You don’t have any non-fat milk?? Shame on your family line.”
“Hey, who drinks no fat milk nowadays?” Her companion rolled his eyes before slamming the fridge doors and grabbing the cake slice on the kitchen counter. He opened the drawers and took out a fork. How he knew where everything was in her house- she couldn’t know. Who knows, maybe he’s specially trained in finding utensils in other people’s houses. Never judge someone based on their looks kids.
“It’s so fucking cold.”
“Oh, I didn’t see the microwave right there, my bad~”
This was going to be a long day.
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“How much longer do I need to stay like this?”
Scaramouche sighed but kept his face straight for her drawing. Y/n har somehow convinced him to be her drawing model for the next while in trade for letting him stay at her home longer. Not that she’d kick him out if he refused anyway, but used the Ei chance to make him agree with her. The moment his mother’s name came out he sighed and agreed.
“Hang on a moment.” That earned her a glare as though she was the murderer of his ancestors. She pouted and placed her pencil down. “Fineeee, you can get up.”
The young teacher heard something tumbling into the ground. Looking up fron the sketch on the easel, she realized Scaramouche basically slithered down from his stool. With a snicker, Y/n returned to the sketch that was a little over half-finished. If being crystal honest, she couldn’t help but drag her eyes to his appearance.. I mean, look at that razor sharp jawline, defined collarbone, and ugh, those fingers- An absolute masterpiece. She would’ve been shameless to admit it.
Scaramouche noticed her gaze on his figure. “What are you drooling over..? I bet you drew random hallway crushes in high school.”
“Now that I think of it, I did actually! I even gifted some to the models.”
“It wasn’t a compliment.”
“I took it as one, no worries.”
Closing up the sketchbook in boredom, she twisted her body and a horrifying crackling sound emerged from her joints. Scaramouche looked at his coworker with a disgusted expression. She had a joint popping competition with her students a few times, and there were far worse people. Ah right, the paperwork. Speaking of paperwork, didn’t her coworker also have his share of work?
“Don’t you need your laptop or something to mark stuff or whatever math teachers do?” The blue haired male got up from the ground and dusted himself. “Lend me your work laptop. I can’t do shit on my phone.” She laughed at his behavior as if he owned the house.
“Alright, make sure to log out once you’re done.”
“Whatever.”
Y/n brought out the work computer she used at school and went over to the personal one in the living room. Sulking, sje filled out forms and work given by the school. Why does higher grade require so much more effort?? Oh right, they’re older. And smarter (not really).
Admittedly, she missed teaching tiny third graders how to grip a paintbrush and mix primary colours. The amount of disrespect she felt whenever students looked down at her with their monstrous height whether intentional or not… But her flex was that she was taller than mr. Raiden. By a few centimeters. Maybe.
Probably not, but she was going to deny it to deathbed.
At the typing sounds and clicking of a mouse, Y/n teared her eyes away from the device. None other than her neighbor sat at the other side of the dining table, typing away at the laptop. “Aren’t you going to work alone in the guest room?” Scaramouche didn’t bother to give her eye contact and kept his vision glued to the screen. “I’m not repaying you for a broken laptop while going upstairs.”
Huh. Actually considerate of him. Or maybe it was an excuse?
Kunikuzushi was rather surprised that she hadn’t asked him why he’s staying so long or nagged at him to go back. Surely, she must feel the least bit uncomfortable with being alone with a male her age after living by herself? That slept in her very house? But he didn’t complain.
Ei would often tried and make a small talk with him whenever he stepped out of his room for food or to go to the bathroom. His room was the only safe space he was almost completely free of human interaction. Except he couldn’t get out of that safe haven even a single step. Is that a haven, or a prison?
That was merely a house, not a home.
You might think this is a cute story of a boy with family issues and a bubbly coloury girl, but she was in no better situation.
Few years back, her parents took her doors out of her hinges out saying they need to “monitor your safety”. They checked in every few minutes to make sure she was either studying or doing something useful when they were home for once. Even when asleep, they flashed light at her every once in a while to make sure she wasn’t playing on her phone all night (despite the very device being on the kitchen counter after dinner). The house felt more like a psych ward rather than the home of a girl and her family.
She still remembered; her teacher who would let her stay after school or even follow him during lunch. He didn’t question her. Whenever Y/n picked up her lunch bag and followed him to the teacher’s lounge, he welcomed her in. Sometimes, the girl stayed behind a little longer even after the bell rang. He simply let her be and continued cleaning up the classroom. When her parents came to interrogate him why their daughter came home late by ten minutes or so, he replied that she used that time to finish some homework.
It surprises people when telling them how Y/n was socially awkward as a kid. Due to the lack of interactions with kids her age with the vigorous studying, she had a hard time making friends. Whenever girls in class came up to her in interest or to give an invitation to play with them, Y/n froze up and either responded with a nod or a shake of her head. It didn’t help that girls liked to roleplay house and such, which needed the characters in the play to talk and interact.
They eventually grew bored of her and left.
Her grade three teacher never asked her why or told her to go home unless it grew too late. He must’ve rubbed onto her; as she didn’t ask her students of their situation and did the same as he did to her.
Scaramouche was confused himself on why he seemed to be moderately comfortable with her in such short time after meeting for the first time in his life. Thinking of it, it was probably the fact that she didn’t question much about his personal life and respected a good distance. People always poke their nose into other’s lives and business and whine after getting pushed back.
“Hey, Scara.”
Because sometimes, all people require is some patience and understanding instead of a bomb of questions.
“Let’s make pizza!”
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“You’re back. How come you stayed for this long? Didn’t make any fuss for her?” Scaramouche ignored the questions being thrown at him and locked the door. There she goes, treating him like a raging middle schooler after ignoring his existence in his said time period. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked up the stairs to his room. Ei watch him with a melancholic expression.
Scaramouche returned to the room he didn’t know whether to call his safe space or a prison. There was a twin bed on the side, and a setup on his desk. Flopping onto the plain gray sheets, he sighed in relief that his mother didn’t talk to him any further. Where was Miko- he couldn’t care less.
The male groaned into the pillow by the thought that he had to deliver the food made by him and his neighbor and him to the woman downstairs as her request. Maybe he could sneak to the kitchen at night..?
The recipe was surprisingly good even though it was evident she was making it up from scratch and a few references. Ei should get some lessons from her since he had no plans on teaching her.
A snort made to his lips at the thought of his mother in a pink apron bending down to Y/n’s level to hear what you were saying. The one time she wore one was the last since Yae teased her endlessly about it all year along. Not that anyone else in the house would let her near a kitchen on a normal occasion anyway.
Distracted by his mind, he ended up staying the night up thinking back to the previous day in his fฬถrฬถiฬถeฬถnฬถdฬถย neighbor’s home.
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A/nย sorry for the irregular updates! My finals are almost over so hopefully I can edit more chapters soon <3
The way I threw up while reading through the unedited chapters
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