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Emotional support heat pack
ft. y/n’s intelligence
” Eแด แดสส แดษชแดแด I สแดแดแด แดแด ษชษด แดสแด sแดส, สแดแดส “
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A small mist of air came out her mouth each time she let out a breath. It had recently snowed again lightly, but sadly not enough for a snow day.
Entering the classroom, Y/n took a moment to appreciate the decorations and drafts scattered everywhere. There were two small tents with pillows and stuffed animals in the corner of the class, which she specifically took the lights off in that area. May or may not had to use help from taller students.. But it was worth the lecture of the school renovators to see the students’ reaction to the small spaces.
Grabbing a pink whiteboard marker, she began writing things for the first class. The marker was half dead due to everyone using it to doodle. Eh, there should be at least 50 more packs in the drawer. Suddenly, there was something sparkling that caught her eye on the side of the classroom. It was the place where a group of students were huddled up in the middle of class, but refused to let their said teacher see see. It was…
A mini shrine made of cardboard. That had drawings of her. With candy wrappers as offerings at the bottom.
Bursting out in laughter, she snapped pictures and posted it on her story. Multiple responses came immediately- mostly from her students. Smiling, she decided to leave the object alone in appreciation for everyone’s effort into that thing.
On the other side, Scaramouche was also beginning to prepare for his own class. The decorations his coworker put up against his will were surprisingly not bothering. They weren’t on places he regularly reached for or stored things in, so he left them be. Not because he or his students liked them. He just didn’t feel like putting the time to clean up after her trash. Yeah, that was the case.
Updating the homework and instructions on the board, Scaramouche gained an irk mark at the ran out marker. There were no more in the small magnet basket nearby. The now useless ink was smashed into the pink trash bag that made him want to kick the thing over. As much as it hurt his pride, he had to ask the next door teacher for one. According to other students, she had packages upon packages due to letting them draw on the boards. Kunikuzushi could never understand how her teaching worked out.
Stomping out the door that had a sparkly “welcome” sign with sunflowers on it, he twisted the facing classroom entrance open. Y/n was slumped onto a desk with multiple other ones messily laid out. It seemed the young woman was previously attempting to rearrange seats. Clearing his throat, Scaramouche crossed his arms and stared into her direction. She turned her head lazily to the door. “Good morning!”
“Whiteboard marker. Mine went out.”
“Sure. Grab one by the board.”
Surprised by by usefulness (for once), the teacher walked over to the smooth white surface on the wall. He almost coiled in disgust at all the colourful dry erase inks he never knew even exsisted. Bright neon pink, azure blue, orange, yellow-green, gold, list all the ones not one third of the population had seen in their life and it’s there. Grabbing the only black one available, the Raiden walked back to his class. He questioned the functions of her eyesight after being exposed to only so much colours in a single day. His eyes already hurt from the trash that woman scattered around his room.
“So, what’s your plan for today?”
Scaramouche was milliseconds away from throwing whatever in his hands to the owner of the voice. Y/n only grinned cheekily, sitting in one of the desks by the front row.
“…Get out.”
As if not hearing him, she tilted her head and leaned back on the table. “Hm, nice! Oh- wana hear about this shrine my students made in the class?”
Like that, she babbled on about pointless matters as the other teacher prepared for his class. About how cold it was today, that her favorite drink was out in the vending machine, explaining each story behind the decorations in her room, the conversation could go for an eternity if she so wished. His ears felt like exploding and bleeding into a million pieces from the amount of chatters he was forced to listen to right by his side. That was likely more than the most someone had ever spoken to him in a month’s worth of conversations.
Kunikuzushi told himself that he wasn’t interested in her one-sided conversation. He simply had no choice but to listen to sound waves that came into his ears without consent. And he also had no control over his mouth replying with snarky comments over all your tales, despite “ignoring” her. This person never seemed to run out of topics to talk about to the point it was almost concerning.
Strangely enough, despite the annoyance he told himself he felt, the room didn’t feel so cold anymore.
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“Do you think mr. Raiden is dying and is trying to be nice to the people around him..?”
“Maybe he won the lottery?”
“I’d rather go through a lecture than see happy mr. Raiden… Soemthing feels so off.”
To say that everybody was horrified would be an understandment. Not once since the class start mr. Raiden yell at them once. On top of that, he didn’t have a scowl on his face with the aura that screamed “don’t come near me.” Instead, he had a neautral expression and was typing away at his computer. It was an assignment work block since the teacher had spent the last week or so solely on teaching lessons instead of giving class work time.
The dreadful period that was even quieter than usual passed with the bell ringing like a savior. Everyone streamed out of the room one by one in their assigned orders in silence.
Y/n watched with confusion as the students in mr. Raiden’s class come out with pale faces and shut mouths. Did they go through a lecture? Maybe he was in a bad mood because of her pestering earlier…
“Hey hey! Why is everyone so down?” She called out with a wave. Multiple waves and responses came came back, a few even crowded around the teacher to explain what they just went through.
“Ms. L/n!”
“Ms. L/n, is mr. Raiden alright?”
“Woah, what’s up with these questions, isn’t he just his regular old man cranky mood?” All the students in the small circle that formed around her shook their heads with great force. They looked at each other, trying to push one another to tell the teacher the situation.
One of them finally opened their mouth with eyes almost popping out of her sockets. “He’s.. Mr. Raiden smiled!!”
“For a solid two seconds! It was so scary.”
“We never even got yelled at once today either.”
“He didn’t say anything when one of us went out the class in the wrong order!”
They sounded like they were talking about a completely different teacher. Smiled? That man smiled?? This must be the last day of earth. “..What?”
“Exactly!”
“Um… Oh, you’re running late. Second bell will ring soon. Hop off kids.” Everyone immediately paled once more and began shoving through one another. The students dispersed and ran to their designated areas after realizing the time. Y/n awkwardly looked into the classroom which was half closed. If he strikes dead later on today, she called shots arranging the flowers for his funeral.
That is, if anyone comes to his funeral.
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“And the man just ran away after I showed him the coupon! A buy one get one free is a pretty sweet deal for something so expensive, isn’t it??” Hutao puffed out her cheeks in reminder of the man who ran away at her offer for coupons for her grandpa’s funeral parlor. Y/n didn’t know whether to be amused or concerned at the girl, so she stayed silent and let out a few awkward laughs. Everyone else seemed to be rather accustomed to the conversation.
“Tao.. I don’t think many people would like a free coffin after getting one for their loved one.”
The brunette pouted and took a sip out of her drink. “I guess so.”
Yunjin sweatdropped and went back to chewing on her snacks. She had a concert soon so she was being extra mindful of food. Y/n smiled at Hutao’s depressed state, ruffling her hair as she closed her eyes and leaned into the teacher. Yanfei rambled on about the criminal report case on the news last night, which became a good background noise at the table. She wasn’t neccesarily annoying, but no one really paid close attention to what the pinkette was saying. Not that she seemed to mind anyway.
The topic between every student seemed to be about mr. Raiden’s suspicious good mood. All kinds of rumors emerged, from thoughts that he got married, is in his last days because of a deadly disease and is trying to be a changed person- it was rather entertaining to listen to everyone’s interpretations. A cold breeze that went by gave Y/n shivers.
Seeing most students dressed in puffy jackets or coats made her glad that they weren’t suffering like she currently was. But some monstrosities had the balls to wear basketball shorts and crop tops in this weather. It made her want to go pull on their ears and give them a life lecture about dressing accordingly to the temperature and season. She rubbed your arms to gain warmth from friction. The girls at your table noticed this and turned their eyes to the teacher.
Yanfei took a pause from her rambles. “Ms. L/n, are you cold?” Yunjin worriedly looked at her outfit. Y/n tried to smile it off, but the ravenette ended up digging through her bag and pulled out a small package. It was a mini hand heat pack.
“This probably won’t help much, but please take it.” Reluctantly, she took the small package from her hand. Y/n shook it to activate whatever was inside, which worked almost immediately. The small warmth felt like heaven compared to the weather.
“You’re an absolute savior Jin… I’ll give you extra candy next time.”
“Ooo, can I have one too?”
Apparently, she carried around packages and packages of heat packs in her bag. Her parents insisted to keep some in her scarf to keep her voice for concerts and practices. The bell rung shortly after.
Everyone waved to each other and dispersed to find their classes. Y/n rushed through the halls to the class. The door was unlocked anyway, so the students could enter without her opening the door.
“Good morning! Today will just be working on the project, music allowed as long as you got earpods.”
Like that, the day went on.
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Kunikuzushi sat in his seat and glared at each and every student in the detention room with burning eyes. After having the students escape without the office clerk realizing for weeks in a row, the principals of each departments agreed on passing on the role of supervision to mr. Raiden. All he really had to do was sit in the room with them, making sure they were either existing in silence or quietly working on schoolwork. He brought them two pages of math assignments since he knew no one would willingly work.
There were mostly the kinds of students what kids nowadays call “jocks.” In a sports team of some sort, smokes behind school, goes through a girlfriend each week, and so on. The teacher couldn’t stand these kinds of students that waste their life like this. Those kids were using away their young years full of opportunities. But it wasn’t his business, not his deal if they end up working at a McDonald’s at 40 years old.
Actually, scratch that. They wouldn’t be able to do the basic math to even work at McDonald’s.
A knock on the entrance finally broke the silence. Mr. Raiden removed the clock so no one would know when detention was ending, and he found the repetitive ticking sound annoying. Everyone nearly cried in joy as the door creaked open and revealed one of the most favored teachers in the school.
The h/c coloured female smiled and waved. “Oh, so that’s why the whole office was so quiet. It’s five o’clock, go home kiddos!” Just as the students were about to grab their bags and run back home, a deeper voice stopped them dead in their tracks. A pair of burning indigo orbs froze them all.
“Leave. Only if you finished both pages.”
All twenty teens in the room looked at each other with an uneasy expression, whispering and looking at each other’s pages. No one was actually finished even one of the pages. Y/n fully entered the small class attached to the office and peered down at one of the worksheets. Almost passing out at the ant-sized questions littering the page from bottom to top with barely any space for name and date, she flipped the paper over. There was a fucking backside.
“What… Ugh, even I don’t remember how to do these stuff. Get out and get some fresh air before dark you teenagers, kindly don’t come again though.”
She stood in front of the purple haird teacher to block his burning gaze on the students as they cheered and streamed out the door. They thanked her before leaving, and she took their sheets of work. The said teacher doubted half of them were going to even have to glance at these equations in their lives.
Once the last student left, Y/n turned back to see her colleague. He just seemed majorly disappointed, not about to commit arson as she first expected. “Tch. I could’ve very well stayed until the last one finished their work.” He sighed and crossed his arms.
“Even I would shrivel and die if I got told to finish a full page of whatever monstrosity that was in a whole day. It’s already hard enough sitting in the same room as mr. Raiden y’know~”
She reached for his wrist and held his hand. The teacher jumped in surprise at the sudden touch and pierced his gaze onto her. Y/n didn’t meet his eye contact.
When he looked back at his palm, there was something left behind by herself. It was a half used up heat pack. The warmth had almost left the object, but he could feel a faint bit left as he squeezed it.
“His name is Jerry! I’ll be checking in once in a while to visit him.”
The male almost let out a scoff at her childishness. Apparently, naming hand warmers and leaving them with your colleague is a trend now.
Shaking his head, Kunikuzushi grabbed his phone before following suit of the other teacher. The office ladies paused their quiet whispers as soon as he burst out the door. He could’ve sworn there was a flash of familiar purple nearby, so he began sprinting back to the safety of his classroom. The small pack in his hand was clenched on.
“That things doesn’t seem warm anymore, want me to throw it out? I’m on my way to the teacher’s lounge.” A familiar voice that never failed to tick him off no matter the content reached his ears. Yae Miko in flesh. Another voice he recognized made Scaramouche stop in his tracks to eavesdrop on the conversation. “Ehh, I kind of got an emotional attachment to it after holding onto it all day. I had two, but I gave Scaramouche one! His is names Jerry, and this one is Morry.” Y/n smiled and replied in responce.
“Ah, you remind me of when Kunikuzushi was younger. He had such a hard time throwing out his toys as if afraid of abandoning any of them. That boy even slept with all of his plushies at night.”
“I did that too!! Well, I didn’t really have toys.. Just some stuffed animals that matched the aesthetic of the house.” Miko closed her mouth at her smaller response. She patted her head with a sympathetic smile. Y/n lowered her head slightly and accepted the pats like a dog. Her friend almost burst out in laughter at the reaction.
“Come over for dinner tonight. I’ll be making my special.”
“Really? I-I mean, thank you! I’ll bring desserts.”
“That would be more than enough, Ei is an absolute simp for your baking.”
Y/n scampered away with happiness, mind filled with all kinds of recipes she could try out for tonight. Maybe some tricoloured dango? Yae would likely cook something Inazuman, so that would match the theme. But it would be nice to have something totally different as last course… Perhaps mint jelly? Right, Scaramouche hates sweets. Jelly.. Coffee jelly! That it is.
“You can get out of your little hiding space now mr. Raiden, quite sneaky.”
“Eat pussy.” The male rolled his eyes and stepped out from the corner he was listening in by. He instantly regretted his choice or remark when he saw the smirk on Miko’s face.
“I would gladly devour your mom’s~”
Giving her the most disgusted and horrid expression mankind has ever seen, the Raiden stomped his way to his original destination. He didn’t say anything about the previous conversation between the two females.
Yae smiled. Whether genuine or not, nobody could tell. “Young miss L/n is a strange one. I hope the two of you will get along.”
Kunikuzushi paused and clenched onto the now cooled object in his grip.
“Your life is a strange one. I hope it goes along down the drain.”
“Have a nice day to you too.”
Like that, the lonely figure and his shadow walked to the direction where the previous teacher skipped away to.
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These were back before my editing phase but I decided to keep it. Reason? To flex ๐
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