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Doctor Scaramouche
ft. childhood trauma #infinity
” 괜찮아 네가 내 우주도 밝게 빛나 줘 “
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*WARNING* Mentions of self harm, burns, and hospital trauma
(by the mid end of chap)
pls read at your own risk, although the mentions aren’t particularily visual or long.
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Thursday flew by without much drama, and it was at last Friday beloved. And before anyone knew it, it was winter, then winter break, and finally back to school. The newer teacher could swear that her new workplace was somewhere she just walked into a week ago, yet it had already been a month.
Y/n received a pile of presents by the beginning of winter break to the point she had to move them to her car throughout the day. Many of the said gifts were more room decorations, which she had yet to find a place in her oh dear loving coworker’s room.
Speaking of him, she had recently gained a new housemate. Roommate? What’s the difference.
After the barging in incident, Scaramouche did it more and more throughout winter until he was practically living in her house. He slowly moved his things one by one into the guest room that was now unofficially his. But surprisingly, he’s not living rent free.
Scaramouche somehow found a way to pay half of the water bills and such. Should she be concerned of how easily he breached into her passwords and information?
Eh, typical mr. Raiden. He could probably find out her birth information and ip address today if he wanted.
Ei didn’t make much comment about it, one would be surprised if she noticed how her son’s room is practically empty right now.
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Why did it feel like she was forgetting something.. Actually, nevermind. This feeling was on a daily basis. Ignoring the feeling of a pit forming in the bottom of her stomach, Y/n sketched aimlessly on the side of her notebook page she was supposed to be organizing her class rotations in. A student that was nearby, the rainbow sun catchers on the window- anything.
There was nothing entertaining to do with the students since the project was going on. It was a chill work day, but things just felt suspiciously peaceful. She may be known as a fun teacher, but she refused to distract her students from their requird work. Looking to the calendar filled with rainbow cats, her eyes nearly bulged out of her sockets as they focused on a red star on one of the upcoming dates.
It was Scaramouche’s birthday next week. (She asked Miko when his birthday was and she ended up giving her his entire life story and his birthday at the very end of their conversation)
Tumbling from the black chair, Y/n rubbed the back of her head in pain. The students turned from what they were doing and stared at their teacher (and her broken down chair). “Ms. L/n..? Are you alrigh-“
“IT’SMRRAIDEN’SBIRTHDAYNEXTTUESDAYOHMYGOSHWHATIFIDIDN’TREMEMBER, Hwahhh…”
Slumping onto the floor with an arm supporting her face, the class sweatdropped as they tried to process through the words. They finally caught up with the situation and looked at eachother like owls. No one really knew of the math professor’s birthday, nor bothered to remember, nevertheless celebrate. He rarely got any presents by the end of the year, what could one expect on his birthday?
Y/n suddenly jumped back up from the ground and looked at the class with sparkling eyes. They once again looked at each other with concerned expressions at the excitement radiating off her like waves.
“Let’s have a party for him!!”
No one cheered.
“Come on, why so down?” She smiled and clasped her s/t hands together. “We’ll conjoin with Raiden’s homeroom and plan something!”
Everyone unenthusiastically joined her on the little fist pump into the air with slouched positions. The teacher uncapped a glittery whiteboard marker and began planning.
..What does he like again?
“Um.. Does anybody know his favorite food?”
Maybe she’s the one they should be asking since she kind of lived with him. Hey, to her defence she’d never intensely stared at all the ingredients he uses to cook or his expressions while eating certain foods. All she knew for sure was that he absolutely despised sweets. Cake was out of the list for now.
Nilou wiped her wrist from a green paint smudge. “I heard from a friend that he likes tea and coffee? Looking at the options, maybe he fancies bitter food.”
“I think you might be right! Maybe a matcha cake with less sugar will do..? Alright, then for the location.”
The rest of the class time was abandoned.
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“Scaramouche!!”
A h/c haired female waved her hand in the air upon finally finding him. He sighed and approached her with a done face. “What do you want.”
She placed her arms behind herself and began to walk with him as if they were walking together since the beginning. “How heartwarming. Anyways- one of your kids mayyy have been a bit too enthusiastic lately? I was hoping we could have a small meeting in my class upcoming Tue-“
“Who.”
As soon as the sentence left her mouth, his face contorted into a frown. Scaramouche stared directly into her eyes with a serious expression, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. She couldn’t tell if it was annoyance or anger. In his mind, if a student was enough to catch this teacher’s concern, they were one of those kids that needed to be sent to the psych ward. He immediately began to stream through the list of names and faces that caused trouble in his class while his company awkwardly smiled.
Rubbing the back of her nape at the expected reaction, she continued. “It’s not that serious, really. So is Tuesday at four okay?”
“Sure, it’s not like we live rather close together anyway.”
“Come on, it feels more professional done in school~ Plus, I’ll probably forget about it when I’m home.”
He thought momentarily, thinking of all the schedules he possibly had by then. One thing the teacher did agree was that she would completely forget about the topic by the time she entered the doorstep.
His birthday on the said date barely grazed his mind before responding positively to the offer. It wasn’t like he nor anyone had planned something on that day anyway. Mentally giving herself a fist pump, she made an internal apology to the non-existent student who just got blamed.
Kunikuzushi wasn’t stupid. He could tell something was off by the look on her face, even though she looked half convincing. His roommate-coworker could be annoying, but she wasn’t one to pull something that crossed the line. So he decided to agree for now. Just because he knew she was going to be on his tail bugging him about the subject for days to come if he refused.
He watched as her figure skip along the empty hallways, the scene familiar. The young man was now left alone once again. Scaramouche checked his phone before heading towards his original destination before he was slowed down in his path. Y/n seemed to prance off to the Inazuma district office, so he would be left alone to clean his things up to go home. That meant it was a time for an argument with himself regarding her. If Kunikuzushi hated anything other than those who ignored promises, it was loud, obnoxious people. Especially ones trying to get themselves friendly with everyone around them.
But whenever he was around a certain airhead… Maybe it wasn’t that bad.
He considered that she was just trying to manipulate the people around herself with that sheepish, seemingly permanent smile, but he just couldn’t find a way to irk her. Broke a dish? That’s alright! She was meaning to buy a new set anyways. ‘Accidentally’ punched a hole in the wall? No problem, there’s a perfect painting in the corner collecting dust to cover it up. (Both very true events that just happened a few days ago)
Kunikuzushi did have people pretending around himself. Many times. But they never lasted long around his attitude and lashed out before leaving him once again.
A pastel blue sticky note on his desk caught his attention.
spot the difference!
ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
-y/n
Looking around, he scanned throughout the familiar room. It didn’t take too long to realize that there were pictures frames sitting in top of one of the shelves. What did bother him was the pictures in the colourful frames.
Some were snaps of his students, smiling and waving at the camera. Many were of a certain individual with both his and her students. Kunikuzushi stared at the pictures reflecting the afternoon sunshine from the window, all smiling at him.
This little…
The strange feeling vanished upon seeing a tiny cartoon drawing of a blue haired devil holding a ruler in hand, running away from an angel with a long purple braid.
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“Scaraaaa! Do you want rice in tea? I think the tea is like three years past the expire date, but I promise you won’t die.” Y/n popped her head to the stairs, waiting for a responce. There was leftover tea that was close to expiration and some hardened rice she forgot to warm up in the cooker. As strange as the food sounded to some people, it was a true and existing dish that she occasionally made with leftover rice.
A dragged out ‘hm’ came from upstairs but no one came out the guest room. He tried to wipe the nicknames off her lips for the past few days, but ended up giving up soon after upon deciding she wouldn’t stop anytime soon. Satisfied with the answer, Y/n headed to the kitchen to prepare the food. Although the two never talked it out, it was an unspoken deal to make dinner every other day, and today was no exception.
As her hands cold from the washing earlier rolled the rice into palm-sized balls, memories back when she used to often make these back in her parents’ house came back. They never gave her the housewives cook and clean talk, as they expected her to have a job that paid millions and achievements that covered the entire house walls instead. But she had to use what she had in the fridge that was luckily always full and teach herself how to make basic meals, as the two people supposed to sit together in a warm dinner were out half of her life.
Not that the other half when they were actually home was any better.
Why were they so obsessed with her grades- one could never know. But past is past, there is no need to be bound to it.
A yelp left her mouth as a sudden stinging sensation emerged from her hand. Immediately retracting the limb, she hugged her wrist tightly. The back of her s/t hand was bright red as waves of stinging and sore sensations rolled from the area. She must’ve accidentally touched the kettle while rolling the rice into circles judging by the object on the stove that was slightly pushed to the side from its original spot where it was left to sit.
Y/n failed to notice a series of soft thumpings coming from the stairs upon hearing the microscopic squeak. A figure stood closely behind her as she was busy biting onto her sleeve while running the area under tap water. He observed the situation and soon connected the dots.
“Tch. I could ask a kid to do something for and they could do it more efficiently.” He clicked his tongue. Soul escaping her body, Y/n was left by the sink both mentally and physically dying. Scaramouche walked over to the medicine drawer (which she never told him about) and shuffled the things inside. He scowled at the jumbled mess of nearly empty pill bottles to character band aids scattered around within the drawer. Finally, he came back with a roll of bandages and something else in his hands.
Y/n looked up from the injury and forced her lips up. “Oh, thanks! I can deal with the rest.” Attempting to reach out for the bandages, the male immediately took it above her reach. That’s when she finally realized the earth shattering truth.
That she wasn’t much taller than him. Screw that, he might be a centimetre or two shorter once she took her house slippers off.
Huffing, he spoke in a rather calm tone. “And what do you think you can do with a useless hand? Stop acting childish and give me your arm.” Kunikuzushi slightly pushed her aside to damp a small piece of cloth she didn’t even know exsisted in the house. Squeezing out the water, he reached his hand out in expectation, which Y/n stared at it with a dumbfounded expression. He grabbed her wrist at her unresponsive staring and pulled the hand towards himself instead. His grip was surprisingly careful, never directly touching the burn. Her flailing in pain as he applied pressure with the cloth with pressure was less than futile.
“Can’t you stand still for two minutes straight??”
“It hurts you know! Ow, how much longer?” The male rolled his eyes and finally removed the towel to obersve the wound. It was significantly less red and there was no blood or any significant swelling. Concluding it was a first degree burn, Scaramouche tossed the cloth aside and grabbed a small container from the counter. To her disappointment, he never once let go of the limb in expectation of her running away or flailing around once more.
The little doctor session was over as Kunikuzushi snipped the excess bandage off. She stared at the hand now wrapped in white cotton, a painfully familiar sight.
He sighed at the the medicine drawer once again, making a mental vow to make her clean the entire thing out one day. If gods existed, he could swear to every single one of them that half of the things in there were expired. “Thanks…” Kunikuzushi nearly shuddered at how dead the voice sounded. No one could recognize that as the bubbly teacher’s voice, a depressed croak barely above a whisper.
What he saw next was even more unexpected. His unofficial roommate was staring at her bandaged hand with a deadpan expression, but her eyes were glossy. The Raiden’s mind blared alarms of confusion and hesitation upon seeing another human being cry.
“Sigh, We can just go to the hospi-“
“It’s not that, but thank you for the help.”
She lowered her hand and returned to the stove, carefully grabbing the handle of the kettle. He watched as Y/n poured the water into two bowls, steam rising. “How many rice balls would you like?”
Scaramouche didn’t respond, but stared at her with an unreadable expression. Deciding to just place five at his unresponsive state, she reached out to grab the squished rice with the ininjured hand, when something stopped her from doing so.
Her coworker kept a firm grip on her wrist. “What’s wrong with you? I’ll bring you to Narukami hospital, come on.” He dragged her along to the door after grabbing his keys from the countertop. It was until the door was right ahead when you finally processed his words.
….Hospital? Hospital!
“No!”
Ripping her arm out of his grip, she squat down on the ground. Everything was ringing. The bright lights making her squint her eyes back shut no matter how much she wanted to see.. Painfully clean hospital gowns, the sound of yelling and shoes squeaking against floors. The stinging smell of rubbing alcohol making one’s senses go numb..
“-/n…..”
The beeping of the heart monitor. The tight grip on her shoulder, swinging her figure back and forth. Even more yelling and incoherent words.
“Y/……”
The blur of red and blue lights flashing outside, then a long beep sound without breaks in between.
“Y/n, snap out of it!”
A pair of arms were gently shaking her shoulders as a familiar face came back into focus. The sharp ringing sound soon faded, replaced by Kunikuzushi’s words that came through one ear and went back out through another. Were his eyes always that pretty…?
He sighed and led her to the couch, noticing how the latter’s legs wobbled before taking a seat on the furniture. Y/n blankly stared at a painting of a neaby pond by the park while her companion watched her expression. “Um.. Do you want to like, talk?” Scaramouche was trying his best to recall how she reacted with him whenever he had episodes of his own. He practically bit on his tongue the entire time to not say anything stupid to a person in a vulnerable state, but that made him even more tenser instead.
Y/n noticed this, but still appreciated his efforts. “..That would be nice.”
Kunikuzushi fiddled with his nail and took a breath, looking up. “You seemed to react to the word hospital.” “I did. When I was younger.. My parents were quite strict. I was an only child with no siblings back then.” A long, awkward pause filled the air for a while.
“They had extremely high expectations for their only daughter. I was never taught to do anything else than what was related to studying. That everyone would worship me and bow at my feet once I’ve reached the top. I don’t feel like explaining the whole story. But my dad passed, while my mom was sent to a psych ward. I lived alone since eighteen, not knowing any communication skills with people my age nor with any knowledge on how to get help. Ugh, this feels like a rant… Nevermind, it is.” Her eyes drifted to the carpet on the ground in an ashamed manner. Kunikuzushi fully turned to face her, not minding the small stutters in between some of her sentences.
“Anyways, I’m sorry for dumping this out on you, but.. I ended up harming myself back then, as I didn’t know what else to do to get attention without seeming selfish. Looking back, that was even more of a selfish behaviour. But I really wanted someone to pay attention to me, to recognize that I exist here too.”
Carefully stretching and retreating her fingers, she forced her lips to curve up slightly. “The bandages reminded me of less than pleasant things. Hehe, sorry. You shouldn’t have to see me like this.”
Kunikuzushi stared at her with a foreign expression. One that almost seemed to be a mix of anger and sympathy at the same time. Y/n looked at another painting hung beside the one she was previously gazing at.
“Don’t.”
“..Hm?”
He rubbed his temples and turned his head away from the direction. This time, she was the one facing him while he was looking away. “Don’t apologize for something you don’t have to.”
Not when you had to deal with me all those times.
A small smile, this time genuine, replaced her current expression. “Oh? Is mr. Raiden trying to be nice~ How heart warming.”
“I take it back. Go outside and die in a car crash.”
“Hmm, maybe I’ll consid-“
“Shut up and stay here.”
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Ei smiled as sounds of laughter and yelling came from next door. She sipped on her tea and closed her eyes, listening to the laughter of a higher pitched female and murmurings of a young man. There were some sounds of objects being thrown around, but she could be less than concerned.
The violet haired woman’s eyes drifted over to the drawer in the room, the wall right above it. There was a drawing framed picture looking like it was drawn by an artist’s child, the name Raiden Kunikuzushi neatly signed in the corner. It was a surprsingly detailed drawing of their home a few years ago. An art that had won a district award, which she showed off to Yae to no ends upon her son bringing it home.
She placed her cup down and opened her piercing violet eyes after a long pause. “It looks like that boy found his one, doesn’t it Makoto?” Looking at the framed picture of someone looking identical to herself, she gazed at the picture’s gentle smiling face. Wishing nothing more at that moment to see that smile one last time, not staring desperately into a flat picture taken years ago.
“I may have failed long ago as a mother.. But at least one has found a person to help him heal.
…I wish you luck, ms. L/n.”
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Yns emotional dmg and childhood trauma coming out of the closet 🧚♀️🧚♀️🧚♀️🧚♀️
I’m basing this storyline and duo off my friend’s teachers, it’s even cuter irl 😍 They’re so cute I want to get run over by a local truck kun
Anyways im still debating whether or not the raiden shogun puppet should be included or not in the story. I basically never mentioned her so it might be kinda out of the blue to suddenly throw her into the plot, but im considering having her appear once scara and yn are kiss kiss fall in love yk
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