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Soup with a side of trauma
ft. mr Raiden’s emotional unintelligence
” 자극적인 말보다 진심 만으로 말할수 있어 “
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*WARNING* slight mentions of child abuse. etc. sensitive topics by the end of the chap, pls read with caution
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After the longest three hours of his life, Kunikuzushi was finally able to return home. That’s right. Home, not prison with windows and witches.
His social battery finally hit the negative numbers and desperately wished that the world would somehow absorb him into the depths of the abyss. It took every last atom of control in his body to not get out of the car and kick the other vehicle’s license plate at the moment. That honda was going at a 50 in a 80 km zone. But knowing it would only cause delay to his trip to die in his room, Scaramouche kept his seat on the car. Turns out the driver was on their phone and missed the green light. Last string about to snap into a million pieces, the teacher drove on.
It took five minutes that felt like five hours to finally park in an empty spot by the sidewalk. The view of a familiar porch with painted rocks and a pastel green welcome rug came into sight. At least he wasn’t in turn to cook dinner tonight..
“Good evening to you too, ray of sunshine.” The h/c female called out from upstairs, peering down through the safety bars. She was in the storage room with a canvas ahead of her. “You look like a hedgehog that got thrown around. Something happened?”
Y/n continued brushing the brush against the bumpy texture of the canvas, watching the smooth substance coat the surface in blue. The sounds of someone coming up the stairs were heard, in which an opening and closing of the door nearby followed. She didn’t mind the ignored question. A ting came from her device nearby, interrupting the music for a split second.
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ms l/n’s scrunklies 🥺
25 participants
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whotao
ms lnnnnnnn
did you finish the cake 🤤
I wana see
YunJ1n
me too
Your bakings are always
so pretty ❤❤
Child
DID U PUT SHREK ON THE CAKE
Omg my name changed
Child
for the first time in 2 years…
whoever’s changing names at least
be more original 🙄
Rosaria
When did you get grammerly
I haven’t seen a single wrong word
in your sentence
Child
So rude 😔😔😔😔
Yesterday.
You
The plan worked and the cake
is successful 😁😁
(ignore the name whiskey and pretend the candle isnt on)
You
I made a separate one to share
at the party, don’t mind the
alcohol 😀
if i be honest the cake taste like
asian granny medicines in bread
form but ig this is what he likes..?
Glight.Gkeep.Gboss
it’s my life goal to have that
cake for my birthday now
Rosaria
^^
You
Rosaria dear arent you a minor
Rosaria
🙏
knee_l0uu
the cake looks wonderful!
Koojo_chicken
I have made the final schedule
preparations. Ms. L/n, have
you received my DM?
Before anyone questions, I
did not choose my name.
Arataki did.
You
Got it! Thanks saraaa
Yeetoes69
OI KOOJO SARAH
U DIDNT SHOUW UP AT MY
BEETLE FHIGT YESTARDAEY
NOT A TRUE ALEPHA 🥶🥶🥶
Koojo_chicken has gone offline
Yeetoes69
HEY I WUSNT FINESHED
Yeetoes69 has been
temporarily muted
You
sorry itto but I have
announcements to make 🥰
Anyways thanks everyone
for helping out! Remember,
Inazuma teachers lobby
at 3 PM tmr~~
have a good night kids ❤
Yoooe.miya
I wish I lived w ms l/n
so I could eat her food daily 😔
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Placing the phone back on the table, Y/n stared at the now half blue canvas. Clouds would be too basic.. Ocean was boring. Who said grass can’t be purple?
“Where did all the tea go.” Scaramouche called out by the door, peering at her figure. “..We had tea?” She innocently replied.
The male teacher sighed and walked out with a ‘nevermind.’ It was surprising to see how people believed her lies so easily. Although, she did feel a little bad for using up all the matcha powder in the house since he seemed to like tea. Hey, it was going to end up in his stomach later sometime anyways.
Speaking of, the cake was safely stored in the mini fridge in the master bedroom. It was the only place in the house Scaramouche didn’t wander off into, so it was safe for now.
The teacher placed down the brush and decided she was no longer in the mood to paint. “Want anything for dinner?” No answer came, which she took as a ‘I don’t care.’ “Welp, I guess I can make extra sugary dinner pancakes tonight~” As soon as those words escaped her mouth, she could practically smell the burning from the pair of eyes glaring into her direction.
“Get sugar overdose and die.”
“I had a good day too! I finally got to pet my other neighbor’s cat on my way home, my homeroom was really nice today…..” With that, her aimless blabbering that somehow ends with a whole another topic started. Scaramouche continued to lay on the couch with a blank expression, pretending to drown out what she was saying. Anyone with eyes would think he was ignoring the one sided conversation.
Quite the opposite.
He let the higher toned voice fill the void of the house, mixed with the sound of running sink and dishes gently clattering. The familiar playlist began playing once more, and so did her mini kitchen concert. Food chopping on the cutting board, the stove turning on, a gasp of realization from the teacher. He was wondering when she would remember about her forgotten laptop back at the school.
….Which he definately didn’t leave in her room for her to find later.
“Oh. My gosh. WHATDOIDOILEFTMYLAPTOPBACKATTHECLASS-“
“Shut up, I saw you take it. Go check your room or something before squawking around so much..” With the stove still burning, she ran off to the room that was luckily on the first floor. Shuffling and thrown objects were followed by a cry of joy. “Thanks Scara!”
He absolutely didn’t shove it in her bag before she forgot, which he knew she would with how distracted she was in getting out of the building.
Walking out of the room with a relieved expression, Y/n found a certain someone by the kitchen upon entering again. He was pouring the rest of the ingredients in the pot with a wooden spoon in hand. How can someone look so illegally hot while cooking…
Get up from your delusions Y/n L/n. This is your coworker.
Placing the dirty dishes in the sink, she returned to the stove in an attempt to snatch the spoon back. Scaramouche reacted by raising the wooden utensil high up in the air. (which she refused to admit she wasn’t able to reach) He stuck his tongue out and shoved her slightly aside. Although, it was barely enough to make her take a single step back.
Twirling dramatically, Y/n placed a hand on her forehead in distress and leaned over the counter. She was given a reply of an empty wrapper being thrown at her face.
The young woman continued to talk about anything that happened earlier on that day whenever it popped into her mind. A student who accidentally drank paint water, how a bug flew in through they class… -And a kid who asked if they could draw nudes(?). Apparently she was less than a string away from contacting the district that nude art should be allowed in high schools. Hey, respectful and anatomically correct ones. Not legal porn with unrealistic huge breas-
“You’re drooling. Go fucking wash your mind in the sink while you’re at it.” Scaramouche’s disgusted voice snapped her back into reality.
He noticed her pause in the chain of inaudible mumble of words and turned around. Only to be met with a sight of his coworker staring blankly at the wall with a dreamy expression, her mouth slightly agape. A sigh left his mouth as she shook her head and sheepishly smiled. “Do you think the district will accept if I propose that nude should be legal in high school arts?”
“That’s it. Get out.”
“WAIT-“
Like that, she was kicked out of her own home as the door shut behind her.
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Scaramouche heaved the millionth sigh of the day as he shook the raindrops off the bright yellow umbrella. Rain was falling heavily from the gray clouds above, making a slush like mixture of water and snow on the pavements. His senses were blurred by the obnoxious tapping of water hitting earth and the cold air grazing his pale cheeks, but continued to look around. It was getting darker by second and the temperature was dropping dangerously low. One could barely see objects past a few meters up ahead due to the darkness.
“Y/n! Where are you?!” He ignored the water slowly soaking his jacket and marched forward. A f/c poncho was in his left hand, also waiting for its owner. “Fuck…”
Closing his eyes in frustration, Kunikuzushi ruffled his hair even further. It was past eight thirty, the mid December making night approach faster. He heard a creak. Then another, followed by another one. What could be making such sound at this hour..
Swings.
Never having ran faster in his life, Scaramouche splashed puddles as he dashed to the direction of the small park nearby. His lips pressed into a thin line at the sound getting louder by second.
He muttered curses as he folded the umbrella upon realizing that it was slowing him down greatly.
There she was, sitting on the swing on the left end. H/c hair soaked and tangled in the rain, looking down at the woodchips on the ground. The near rusted metal chains of the swing creaked repeatedly as the female gently swung back and forth. She was wearing nothing but a graphic hoodie with sweatpants and sneakers, which looked completely drenched even from far away. “L/n!”
She didn’t reply, the lack of respond making the male frown. He jogged through the gates, only then noticing his company was shivering like there was no tomorrow.
“First diabetes now you want to try and die of hypothermia this time?? Did you hear my calls- were you here all along? Fucking answer!!” Scaramouche grabbed both of her shoulders and lightly shook her. He almost flinched from the unusual temperature radiating from his companion. Icy cold, a void of warmth which had been detected on her skin each time until now. Y/n only stared at him with unfocused eyes, blinking slowly as water dribbled down her s/t face. “…You know what. Get down, we’re going back home.”
Kunikuzushi half forcibly lifted her from the rubber seat and made her stand on the ground as he shoved the jacket onto her dripping figure. It didn’t do much to warm her up, but the extra layer seemed to help. Staring up at the clouds, Y/n squinted as a drop of water hit the skin under her eye. He glanced at her foreign vacant expression as he buttoned the poncho onto her. She looked… Like someone else, devoid of the cheeky smile and a warm aura.
Wordlessly, the two walked side by side under one umbrella. (Scaramouche didn’t trust her to walk on her own) Hands were linked onto each other, hers dangling loosely while Kunikuzushi firmly held onto her own. His.. Felt warm. For once.
“Hey.” Kunikuzushi muttered. Y/n kept her eyes on the streets ahead, ears subconsciously focusing on what the indigo haired teacher had to tell.
“I’m sorry.” A quiet voice mumbled beside her.
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“96.6, Are you pulling a sick joke? Show me the real test result now.”
“That is the grade… I’m so sorry, but I really tried my best and I studied all nig-.” Before she could fully finish the sentence, a slap echoed throughout the room. Her eyes widened with surprise, but they soon returned to their regular expression soon enough. She kept her head turned the other way to give the woman the satisfaction that she had hit her, before slowly crooning her neck to face the ground.
“Absolutely unacceptable. I feed you, water you, keep you under my roof, pay for your tutors, and brought you into this world. And my own daughter pays me back with this??” The older woman’s h/c hair flopped around as she dramatically marched back and forth across the living room. The test paper in her grasp was beginning to get wrinkled by the pressure. “This would’ve been unacceptable if I was your age. You’re lucky your father isn’t here! Wait until he hears about this.”
Not daring to show a single piece of emotion, the young girl closed her eyes and bowed. Following the drill, she quietly left to her “room” as she dissapointedly sat down on the mattress of the bed. There wasn’t even a door to open and shut, so instead she carefully shifted around and pulled out a textbook.
“D/n, do you see this? Your daughter, got a ninety-six on advanced algebra! Did you give her this dirtbag of a brain?? Answer me.” The sound of shuffling paper came from the living room. Y/n closed her eyes and buried her face in her hands, expecting the worst yet to come. They were followed by a heavy pair of footsteps.
“Get out.”
“Wait-“
Before she could say or do anything, she was dragged by her hair towards the door. When her eyes landed on her… “Father,” she saw nothing but the back of his head, and a stranger. “You are no daughter of mine. I never raised her as a family line disappointment. I don’t go out there and work from dawn to dusk to feed and educate someone like you.”
Pushed out to the front porch, she stumbled before holding onto the railing. The door slammed shut behind her figure without a single thought. It was raining. Raining to the point it would hurt one’s skin if they stood outside for a few minutes. The biting cold nipped at her arm as she stared at the door with a blank expression.
“You’ll be staying out there until morning! Learn to be grateful for what you have and pay back what you received.”
Stinging words fell upon deaf ears as she slowly walked into the rain and thunder with blank eyes.
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“Hey… Are you, alright?” Scaramouche stared at his coworker’s figure with pursed lips. Y/n was sitting in the dining table across from him, looking of the light bouncing off in the soup he made. “Nevermind.” He wasn’t used to this. The living room felt too silent without its owner blabbering. The soft ticking of the clock had never been louder.
Meanwhile, Y/n was having a silent war with her mind. The topic being.. Just about everything.
Kunikuzushi felt as if he the air got sucked out from his stomach. A vast, empty feeling accompanied by a heavy sensation in his chest. He assumed she would enter back through the back yard door, or did something to get back in. After seeing it was raining outside, he planned on opening the door back for her by the next minute or so. Or maybe she could’ve just stayed in the dry porch.
He bit his lips in hate towards none other than himself. Here he was, making sorry excuses when he was the very cause of this whole situation.
Y/n blinked as the clinking of utensil brought her mind back to the world. When her eyes focused back to the surroundings, there was a spoon in front of her mouth. A pale hand was holding the metal spoon filled with soup.
“Eat.”
Scaramouche didn’t know what other to do. He wanted to somehow give comfort, like she did for others. But how can he help himself as the most emotionally stupid person in existence. So he did the best thing he could to screw up as less in the situation. Or at least, what his mind told him.
Actions have always been his way of saying things, since it was obvious he was horrible with words. But many people failed to catch onto his subtle hints or body language. Including his mother- who was supposed to teach him how to properly express his feelings and understand them.
It was difficult for him to care for others when he was still learning to care for himself. But one thing he acknowledged was that he was big time indebted to the female ahead of him.
Without words, she brought the head of the spoon into her mouth. The warm taste of the soup flooded her senses as the memories soon faded away. She eventually took the spoon back from Scaramouche and slowly began slurping the contents of the bowl. The said teacher didn’t wish to, but also began following suit.
“..It wasn’t morning yet.” Kunikuzushi’s violet eyes snapped to her direction once Y/n began softly speaking. “He.. Said I can come back in morning. It’s still dark.”
Y/n placed the spoon back into the bowl, staring at the floating vegetables in the broth. The blank expression fading, shiny droplets of water began coating your eyes. Scaramouche watched with hawk like eyes.
“I’m sorry.” She muttered. Kunikuzushi grew an irk mark as he placed down his spoon and huffed. “You want to know something?
“You talk too much for your own good.”
As soon as Y/n’s vision began to blur and shut, something held onto her figure. Warmth enveloped her as a pair of arms hesitantly held onto her back, with her face buried in the area between his shoulder and neck. He tensed for a moment upon feeling warm liquid soaking his shirt.
But in that moment, he couldn’t care less.
“sigh, Stop crying. You look like an idiot.” Despite his harsh words, a unfamiliar sincerity was buried in his tone. Y/n choked on her cries while trying to hold her breath in order to push down the sobs.
“…Never mind. Cry. I don’t care anymore.” And so she did.
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A/n im so hyped for fontaine even tho it still feels like sumeru just came out
When did everyone start playing genshin? I began when inazuma just came out and i saw ads for it
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