Array
(
[text] =>
💌
Cake!
ft. mr cyno’s jokes
” 나 펜을 잡을게 “
–
For the first time in a while, Y/n was home alone at last. Her grand plan was surprisingly successful.
The price? It only took some of Ei’s help and gaslighting her dear sweet housemate. Well, she personally wouldn’t call it that. ‘Convincing’ would be a better term.
☆
The indigo haired male was walking down to his least favorite room in the entire shitty building. Inazuma’s main office. Where Raiden Ei usually works. L/n had told him a few hours ago that the principal called for him, but he purposely waited two hours before he exit the door. Spite was the entirety of his existence.
His coworker had left a little early, scratch that, a lot more earlier than usual. She had basically left with the students when the bell rung. Usually, the teacher would stay behind to chat with other teachers and explore the entire school. Scaramouche had so far never seen a single teacher in the building who wasn’t gravitated by her friendliness.
Gray walls with purple and black accents soon appeared as he stepped in through the sliding glass entrance. There was a glass case filled with awards Inazuma department had received from the past. Beside the shimmering trophies and fancy looking pieces of papers, was a small sign and a door.
Sighing, he knocked on the door twice.
“Please enter.”
Many would have mistook for him to be slamming the entrance open. Scaramouche had his signature deadpan expression hinted with a small frown of annoyance. “You called. What is it.” His voice sounded done with life as he leaned on the wall. Ei sweatdropped and took a small breath. “Why don’t you sit down?” She hinted towards one of the two cushioned seat sitting in front of her desk. Her companion checked his watch before looking at her with an expecting face.
“Just make it quick. I have work to finish.” He finally spoke out. The principal internally sighed at her son’s stubbornness and awkwardly cleared her throat. She soon regained her composure. “Due to a sudden change in the number of teachers in the entirety of Teyvat high, we may be changing some classrooms.” This got Scaramouche fully listening to her topic. She continued. She ignored his burning gaze and reached out for some papers on her desk. “There is a large possibility of you being moved to Sumeru district.”
His heart skipped a single beat at the sentence. He had been teaching at Inazuma for.. Two years? More if he counted in his student teacher years. It wasn’t uncommon for teachers to be moved around districts, especially mandatory class teachers such as English and math, but..
All he remembered about Sumeru was that the students were known to act higher than other departments due to having an examination in order to register. It was admittedly one of the best education systems in Teyvat, but they were equally as trash as his own students if Scaramouche would comment. If not lower.
“No.”
He spoke out in a solid tone, looking at her boredly.
“Mr. Raiden, you must consider the situation an-“
“I’m not moving.”
The male continusouly told himself it was because of him being petty and simply not wanting to go to that green ass department. All the professors who always bragged about their degrees, showoff and bossy students…
But deep within his consciousness, he knew he didn’t want to leave a certain teacher behind.
Sumeru was on the other side of his current area, taking at least five minutes of solid sprinting to get there. Without a sea of thousands of teenagers flooding to the opposite direction if one wanted to pass by towards the opposite direction.
He was almost sure that woman would still visit him in her usual time despite the factors. But just…
Fuck it. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care.
He… Does not. Not care…..
Y/n would still be living in the same house as him, and even that would be spending most of his time in the same space as herself.
He began to remember a time he went down to get some files and left his class working. But as soon as he came back, he leaned onto the wall next to the door to listen for chatters in his class. Which came. Upon concentrating, a higher pitched voice was the main one leading a class conversation. A bob of h/c was spinning around in his chair upon taking a peek, talking to his class which had their teacher temporarily absent.
Never in his life has he seen a class of his that lively.
Sure, it was his own teaching style that led to them being like that. Still, a feeling he never had before arose as the entire class burst out in laughter as she told them something, all while dying in her own laughter.
“Scaramouche?”
His mind had to return to the current situation, no longer in the bliss of memories. “Well, it isn’t for sure just yet… Just a high possibility. But do brace yourself for the news sometime next month.”
Just as he was about to stomp out, the door opened before he could. An unfamiliar face was now in front of his, a pair of amber-orange eyes staring back. “I heard that I was called for. Good evening.”
“Good evening mr. Mahamatra. Mr. Raiden, this is one of the best law studies teachers in Sumeru.” A tanned hand was outstretched towards the other male.
“Please call me Cyno. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Scaramouche nodded and silently shook his hand, holding back an eye roll. Ei didn’t give him a break and continued on. “This is your possible co-teacher if you end up moving to Sumeru. I would like for the two of you to spend some time getting to know one another.”
☆
The cake ingredients were left on the marbled countertop, utensils beside the sink. The oven was heating, Scaramouche had just left, and music was playing from the speaker.
Placing her hands on her hips, Y/n took a deep breath. She had gotten a message from Ei that she had let out Scaramouche with some other teachers for a get to know each other, and the good news that he didn’t suspect anything so far.
Time to get an entire party stuff ready in less than two hours. Hopefully more with the gentleman distracting her roommate.
☆
Meanwhile, the said teacher was a hair’s width away from degenerating into ashes.
As if seeing that woman for more than two minutes a day wasn’t radioactive enough for his mental health… He was forced to socialize. On a Monday. With people his age and gender. Disgusting. But just when he was about to sigh in relief that the other teacher who was supposed to come.. Conveniently enough, they had encountered another teacher from Inazuma department at the library cafè. Mr. Kamisato, the economy teacher.
Scaramouche had always avoided him due to his sly personality that always reminded him of a pink haired witch. Kamisato appeared to be a composed young man at first, but he loves to toy with people’s mind more than anything else. Mahamatra’s jokes were not helping by much. The tallest male in the group smiled teasingly. Kunikuzushi swore he heard someone faint by the front desk. “You look quite down today Mr. Raiden. Perhaps a joke from Cyno would cheer you up~” Ayato tilted his head.
He replied by sending him a glare that spoke everything for words. Ayato kept his smirk on as if he was innocent to his coworker’s burning gaze. “Mahamatra, why don’t you give us another one?” He turned over to the third figure and spoke out.
Cyno took a large sip from his steaming coffee as he began choosing one of the likely millions of what he called ‘jokes’ in his mind. He wore a white collared shirt with a loose leather jacket, his messy white locks making many ladies stare. The corner they chose for themselves was quite the hotspot for stares from young men and women. They were getting even more fed by Ayato’s occasional winks.
“Why did the scarecrow win an award?” The Mahamatra placed a hand on his chin and began smiling at his own joke. Ayato raised a brow while the other male buried his fingers in his midnight blue locks. “Because he was out-standing in his field.”
On cue, Cyno began snorting while holding his chuckles in. Ayato grinned at the growing irritation of the Raiden- obviously enjoying watching his misery. It seemed that the Mahamatra wasn’t catching on with the divided atmosphere.
In the past, Kunikuzushi saw many of interactions between Cyno and his coworker. The first one he saw began with her dropping her papers on the ground. Another figure came behind the corner just as he was about to lecture the young woman and help pick a single page of paper up before leaving.
Cyno picked all the papers up resulting, the white haired male also becoming a victim of her magical friendship magnet.
A piercing gaze was sent towards the his so called possible new coworker the entire time. But when he cautiously looked around, he didn’t see any eyes on him. With the exception of the drooling expressions of a few ladies on the other side of the place. Scaramouche noticed since a week or two ago that Y/n had spent a noticeable time with mr. Mahamatra. It was almost annoying to hear her tell him her favorite jokes from Cyno that day.
But it didn’t matter that much, since her voice wasn’t that annoying.
Before he knew it, he occasionally found himself stalking the two of them through the halls or in the teacher’s lounge. Telling each other jokes, asking about how their day went…
Y/n truely looked like she was genuinely enjoying spending time with him.
So Scaramouche never asked nor said anything about the matter. Y/n had connections and he was only one of the many, not the only one. Maybe she liked that man in a romantic way…? What would happen if the two got into a relationship in the future? Would they be fine with a random male just living in her house?
Fuck it. Why was he even thinking about business that wasn’t his.
Subconsciously, his glare began to soften. Cyno was admittedly a nice man. He was a little strict and somewhat scary to certain people, but he was friendly to many. Most importantly, not throwing vulgar words at any people whenever he wanted. Not to mention that he probably never had emotional tantrums in his room, never had to move into his neighbor’s house because of family issues… Although not a big one, he also had a small but healthy social circle. As much as he tried to brush off the thoughts, Cyno was undoubtedly the better option in her eyes.
Scaramouche internally groaned and ruffled his hair. He had to shake whatever this off before it got worse. Maybe he should visit a doctor. There had to be a disease with symptoms of getting random hitching breaths, tingly insides, sudden adrenaline rushes, and out of character up downs. Right?
Right.
“What did the ocean say to the beach?”
Actually, he should be getting therapy sessions for this instead.
☆
Taking the bread out of the oven, Y/n pumped a fist into the air after placing it down. It was the perfect colour, shape, and texture for a cake.
The kitchen was surprisingly clean for another one of her baking sessions. Time was on thin line, so she had no choice but to clean up throughout the baking. Most dishes were cleaned and dried and the finished ingredients were on the exact angle and position where you first found them. A single millimeter off angle and a certain someone would likely know right away.
Three sheen green bread was in its glory in the cooling rack, a perfectly round shape. The edges were a more brown colour while the center green appeared as soft and moist. This was likely the best matcha cake she had made yet. Although, she personally wouldn’t take a bite unless wanting to taste a tangy bitterness for the next while. Barely any sugar was used for that thing… At least Scaramouche wouldn’t die of kidney failure or diabetes anytime soon.
Placing the cat shaped oven gloves in the drawer, Y/n stared at the bread in contemplation of how to decorate it. There was even a homemade icing that tasted blander than most of her friends’ childhoods combined. Cats? Flowers?
Did you actually think ms. L/n was going to use such basic ideas for her cake? Think again you failure.
–
ms l/n’s scrunklies 🥺
25 participants
.
You
EMERGENCY
Xiao
What’s the matter?
Ginger
EVERYONE GET ONLINE
MS LNS DYING
whotao
To see the day childe is typing properly
wait wjat
You
I ran out of korean soju
Does anybody else’s parents
drink any 🥺
Please your teacher is poor
Glight.Gkeep.Gboss
I doooooo
You
omg wait
I’m sorry but who are you 😭
and who added you to the gc
Glight.Gkeep.Gboss
ehe
Venti, student teacher in
mond 🧚♀️🧚♀️🧚♀️
Rosaria
aren’t you drunk 25/8
how are you typing right now
Glight.Gkeep.Gboss
rude
show some respect to your
elders 😒
young ones nowadays 😔😔
Anyways what do u need the
alcohol for y/n
Ginger
rite I never thouht u drank
ms l/n
bad day?
Yoooe.miya
ight who we gotta beat up
I’m free wed, wbu guys
Yanf3i
^
shinoboo
^
whotao
^^^^^^^^^^
thanks for promoting
Wangsheng funeral parlor
ms l/n 😍
Yeetoes69
&
^**
knee_l0uu
^
xinyass
^
fanfic.slut
^
ayaa_ka
^
Ginger
gotta babysit my bro on wed
bit I cam bail yal out 😈😈😈
You
….
I need it for decorating mr
raidens cake bc i saw him
drinking it once
is it even legal to tell students
that a teacher drinks
So venti, ab that soju
Glight.Gkeep.Gboss
Ah right
I’ll drop it off 😍😍
I was actually ab to go near
ur neighborhood for the
convince store
You
Ily
But how do you know where
I live
You
@Glight.Gkeep.Gboss
Answer me
Rosaria
I’m at the church w Barbara rn
You said you live near the church
dm me if he does anything stupid
You
Ily all ❤
liked by 10 others
–
Not questioning the student teacher that mysteriously appeared in the group chat somehow.. Y/n began rushing to clean things up. Judging by Scaramouche’s expression and his social battery from when she last saw him, he wasn’t going to last much longer out there.
Smoothing out the white icing, she bent down eye to eye with the top of the cake. It seemed evenly spread enough for a hand made.
Other than the medium sized hole in the center for the alcohol beverage to sit in, it actually looked like a decent cake. The cut out hole was used to.. Taste test. It tasted absolutely horrifying to her sweet tooth, which meant that Scaramouche would probably somehow like it. Hopefully.
She never really drank alcohol, not liking the sharp smell of it after she sniffed it for the first time after a long break from the drink. But now thinking about it, it’s been almost three years without a single drop of the said beverage. The only reason she used to drink it every once in a while… Was out of pettiness.
Of her parents practically singing all day along about how alcohol was that of a devil from hell. So after the next few months of the whole incident settling down, she ended up drinking for a while with a few friends.
That was the first and last few months she recalled living like a true teenager as a teen. The following years were followed by college, taxes, income.
Sighing at the memory, her head perked up at a knock on the door. There was a ravenette with two braids by his.. Or her? Y/n dead honestly couldn’t tell whether they were a male or not.
“Yoohoo~ Your drink is here.”
“Thank you so much, I owe you this time.” Receiving the green bottle carefully into her hands, Y/n reached into your wallet nearby. “Here’s the payment!”
“Ah ah. A day like such is one to celebrate, not one to fret and debate. No such debt shall be paid, for what it matters is not displayed~” Venti winked and gently pushed her hand away from him. After the surprisingly good rhyme.. He just left like that.
Maybe that’s what all the other students and teachers felt when she popped into rooms and evaporated after throwing candy at them.
Well, at least the cake can be completed now.
—-
A/n This chap didn’t have much interactions, but next few chaps will be all ab reader and scara
I’m tryna not rush the relationship development after reading sm fics where the not in relationship phase didn’t even last three chapters 😭😭 bear with me for a bit longer
(What i mean by a lil longer is 500 more chaps /hj)
Byeer
2868 words
[text_hash] => 6d9de7c3
)