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ft. Kabuki supremacy
” 날 기다렸지 “
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Albedo leaned his cheek on his left hand. He watched his companion drabble on about how she cried the first time she used oil paint because the paint wouldn’t come off the brush no matter how long she washed it. It was a simple conversation, but her dramatic tone and interesting body language made her topic pretty entertaining to listen. He always admired the ability to lead a conversation at a meeting, but didn’t have plans on trying it out anytime soon. Somehow… Her conversation did a dramatic turn to how a service dog in her old school ate a marker.
Y/n almost dropped her donut on multiple occasions while flailing her hands around with gestures. The pastry had been half eaten for quite some time now, as she kept on forgetting to actually eat it. Instead, the poor pastry was almost being used as a prop in her storytime.
“-and so, the kid ended up being the one who ate the marker. Not the dog.” She concluded the story with a sigh at the traumatic memory during her primary teacher years. Albedo sweatdropped and chuckled. “It was holiday season, too. I heard their parents had to pay an extra three thousand mora to cut the dog’s stomach opened, only to find it empty. But that turned out to be a chicken bone.” “..Was the kid alright?”
The conversation carried on, mostly Y/n talking and Albedo reacting with expressions or small comments. She made sure to give breaks for him to talk if he so wanted, but the blonde seemed more content with listening. A server squealed at the cute scene and ran over to her coworkers to point out the two teachers.
It was a little dark since it was early January, but the cafe wasn’t too empty. College students with eye bags deeper than pandas sulking with empty cups of coffee, teenage girls giggling with their friends, elderly couples chatting quietly near the windows. It gave off a cozy and relaxing atmosphere. The two teachers didn’t seem to run out of conversation topics. (or at least, ms. L/n didn’t)
“How do you like to teach?” Y/n took a long sip of her drink before tossing the question. “Reward system? Privileges?” Albedo thought for a moment before replying a little more quieter than the female. “I prefer to let my students decide on what they want to do, I usually don’t really bother them with strict rules.” He commented simply. The responce sounded rather straightforward. He soon began to reconsider his words, thinking it was too dry.
“Same, I like to chat with the whole class while they do their own thing. They always somehow end up in me talking about life stories..” She smiled and finally bit into the donut. “But what kid doesn’t like listening to storytime from teachers?”
Albedo mentally sighed in relief that she didn’t seem offended by his colourless responces or comments. He usually spent a short time having conversations with others, finding it difficult to carry out his portion of the talk. But at the end, he would feel guilty of either making an awkward atmosphere or forcing his companion to lead out the entire conversation. Words were how relationships were built, but that wasn’t exactly his forte.
…Which resulted in him having a very small social circle. (The better wording for having no life)
“Oh right, Sucrose is in your class, yeah?” “Yes. She’s a bright student, especially in chem and bio.” The blonde didn’t seem surprised that Y/n knew of the girl. He had spent the last few weeks listening to her rant about ms. L/n. “I heard a lot about you from her.”
Y/n smiled brightly and placed her cup down on the table. “Same here! I love listening people drone on about things, she seems like she really appreciates you.” At the new information about the young adult, Albedo had to admit he was caught a little off guard. He did think she preferred to talk rather than sit and listen. “…She got a little caught off guard by Raiden once. You know him though.”
Nodding, he poked a piece of bread with his fork. “Mr. Raiden has a rather harsh method. But his students are probably the most disciplined in all the academy. I respect him.” “You can just say he’s kind of scary.”
The two laughed quietly, and a comfortable silence fell soon after. But this wasn’t the kind of quiet when both was waiting for the other to talk. Rather the silence that fell after old friends ran out of topics and decided to enjoy each other’s presence. A soft vibration came from Y/n’s phone.
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scarymoose
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scarymoose
Are you finished yet?
You
omg miss me 😍😍🥺
scarymoose
That’s funny
Come back now.
You
Is something wrong?
scarymoose
The pussy is chasing and
scratching me
Kabuki
I’m deadass hiding on my
fucking desk right now
You
PFF
wait what
You’re scared of cats 💔💔
scarymoose
stfu you’re not saying that
bc this asshole is biased and
likes you
Fuck
He hissed at me.
You
I actually need a pic of tjis
Did you feed him?
scarymoose
No
Why should I
You
THIS IS EXACTLY WHY
You deserve the hate 🤷♀️
scarymoose
he was ungrateful first
now he’s meowing what
do I do
You
Gimme 10 min 😭
I’ll be back soon
scarymoose
I’m not joking when I say
I will boil and serve this
thing for dinner tonight if
he scratches me one more
time.
You
JUST FEED HIM 😿😿
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“Sorry, but I think I have to go now.” Y/n closed her phone and looked up from her device. It was beginning to get late anyways, the timing was pretty good. “No worries. Have a safe drive back.” She began to pack her bag back and check for everything and looked at Albedo. He didn’t seem like he was going back anytime soon.
“You’re staying?” “A little longer, I have reports I need to finish.” Nodding, Y/n departed after a farewell.
What a day this was.
☆
“I’m home!” She was greeted by a loud meow soon followed by a Kabuki that hopped down the stairs to run towards her. He nuzzled at her ankles as Y/n took careful steps to not accidentally kick him. “Scaramouche?”
The said male huffed and made his way down to the first floor, sighing for the millionth time that day. “About time.” He glared at the feline as he purred by his coworker’s legs. “You literally got cornered by a cat..” An irk mark formed on his face as he gave her a deadpan look before heading to the kitchen. Y/n looked like she was about to break into hysterical laughter. “You’re cooking today!”
As Y/n made her way to her bedroom, she caught onto a small mutter, probably to himself.
“I’m going to cook that roach tonight….” He grumbled as he washed his hands in the sink.
…At least she came back.
☆
Thursday rolled on, and Friday soon followed. Before anyone knew it, it had already been a week since Scaramouche’s birthday. Everything seemed to went back to normal.
Maybe except for one individual.
Kunikuzushi slammed his head into the pillow as he let out a frustrated sigh. The blanket smelled of fresh laundry probably for the first time in.. Two? Three years? His roommate was beyond and over death when she saw the pure amount of filth that came out of the washing machine after washing his covers and blankets once. Even he sweatdropped at the sight a few hours ago. But to his defence, he never had time to wash that thing himself back when he was living in the house next doors.
Admittedly, he was shameful that he was living with his mother at such an age. With a working job. Others his age had already moved out to live alone, got a life, proposed to their partners, and so on. It’s not that he was too much of a pussy to live alone or was concerned about living fees or taxes. In fact, he would’ve jumped at the chance to move out any day.
But in the back of his mind, he knew. That if he moved out during that time, he wouldn’t survive. Not physically surviving with getting food and going to work, but the other way. As much it was denied, Kunikuzushi knew of his poor habits.
During his high school years, half of his time was spent on studying until he coughed up blood. When he wasn’t, there wasn’t any motivation to do anything. Be it going downstairs and getting a drink of water which he hadn’t drank for the past day or so, or cleaning up the caffeine cans that littered his room. He just… Couldn’t get out of the bed.
It was somewhat thanks to Ei occasionally barging into his room that he was still alive today. (As much as he was salty to admit) If she didn’t, then he would’ve either died on his floor from starvation or dehydration.
“Scara! Can you drop down a tissue box from the bathroom cabinet?” Y/n yelled from downstairs as he groaned and shifted from his place. He eventually took a deep breath and opened his door to the restroom. Tossing the tissue past the safety bars and into the sofa below, he made his way back to his room once more.
Scaramouche didn’t know why or how he came to live with and trust a person he had known for less than three months back then. Y/n was an ideal roommate for anyone; she minded her own business, kept the house clean, and knew how to cook. She could easily get (a better) one if she ever wished to do so. Actually, he would’ve been more annoyed at her instead of himself. How can she just let her male coworker to live with her randomly?
As much as she seemed like a simple and easygoing character, the more confusing she got the more you got to know her.
The male sat on his chair and stared out the window. It was already past ten at night, and the only view that was visible outside were the street lights illuminating the cars and pavements. His eyes drifted to the painting that Y/n had hung up on the… Hole he punched. He was surprised she didn’t get it fixed, but the painting seemed to work perfectly fine. But it did seem somewhat out of place compared to the darker coloured room.
His indigo eyes scanned up and down the painted canvas. Each brush strokes made on the background, the dust that had collected by the top of the canvas. A faint scratching at his door caught his attention.
Scaramouche glared at the entrance and eventually opened his door. Kabuki stared at him before walking in as if he was the owner of the house, leisurely climbing up the cat tower. The ravenette cat peeked one eye open and closed his eyes by the top. Sighing, Kunikuzushi let the feline be and flopped onto his bed once more.
He wanted to open the window and throw himself out.
Whenever he closed his eyes, image after image and voice after voice rolled on like a video tape. And they all had one thing in common. Scaramouche could feel his nonexistent sanity being teared away from his body as he shifted and huffed on the mattress. From the first day they met, each and one of their meaningless conversations- why was he like this..?
If brains had a switch to turn off thoughts, the young teacher would kill to open his skull and turn that switch.
Amidst the train of thoughts and replaying memories, there was a foreign addition. It felt like his stomach was doing gymnastic flips, while his head felt like it was going to burst. But not.. In a bad way. Adrenaline pumped through his veins despite the tiring day, and the comfortable bed, it felt like a million spikes underneath was keeping him wide awake. Kunikuzushi pursed his lips as his fingertips tingled upon remembering something. That was unsurprisingly related to his previous thoughts.
The way she laughed at Cyno’s jokes in the teacher’s lounge. The fact she personally invited that blonde to a date to the cafe.
Giving up, he flipped up his phone and blinked at the brightness. Slamming in the password, Google was the first app he went into. Switching on incognito, he typed away.
Why do I keep thinking of someone
As soon as the search button was tapped, millions of sites and articles popped up. He immediately recoiled upon reading the first results that came up.
If you are unable to stop thinking of someone, there is a likely chance you have anxious attachment. You may push and pull in a relationship because of the anxiety they cause you.
Anxious attachment? What a joke. It was basically saying he had attachment issues and was lonely. Scaramouche scoffed and read through the article one more time. The site was a romance guide and advice site, and many others were too. As he clicked and looked at words that popped up, the more and more he felt disgusted.
Especially with the fact that the behaviors and “symptoms” were identical to his experiences.
Just as he was about to throw his phone across the room, the last line caught his eyes.
Often, although you control your distances with the said person, but begin to feel lonely when they leave you.
If that isn’t the case, it may just be as simple as a crush on that person.
Fuck this shit.
☆
The next week or so was spent in absolute denial of everything. Scaramouche would avoid a certain teacher at all cost- and she wasn’t the only one who noticed his change in behavior. She cooked lunch? He’s going out. Saying good morning to him from across the hallway? His phone is his best friend.
Y/n scratched her head with the pen with its cap still on as she recalled the events of the past few weeks. From what was in her memories, there wasn’t anything she had really done to make her roommate upset at her. Maybe Kabuki? Scaramouche often complained that he didn’t like him, but the two seemed fine nowadays. Perhaps she forgot something? She scattered through all of her calendars but didn’t find any particular marked dates regarding to the teacher across her class.
There were a few times she forgot to cook dinner, but he didn’t seem to mind. So what was it???
Nilou looked up from her canvas and towards her teacher slumping across the desk. “Ms. L/n, are you alright?” A few more students turned from their projects and towards her. “Hm? Yeah, just a bit tired..”
She drummed her fingers across the surface of the wooden desk before sitting back up. Half of the class looked at her, waiting for her to talk while the other half leisurely worked on their own things. “Do you guys think mr. Raiden is mad at me?” Y/n asked honestly as everyone looked up from their projects and stared at each other.
“Well, to be fair, he’s mad at anyone anytime.” One of the students stated. A few whispered in agreement. “But he gets along with ms. L/n.” “That’s what I thought, but it looks like he’s holding something against me nowadays.” Nilou thought for a moment before she placed her rinsed paintbrush on a piece of rag. “How so?”
“Hm, let’s see.. He rarely ever looks me in the eyes, doesn’t respond when I tease him or ask him something minor.” Y/n placed a finger on her chin and recalled the last few days. “Doesn’t sit together with the next five feet of me, always takes the food upstairs or eats when I’m out, it’s just kind of obvious he’s ignoring me now.” She sulked as she leaned on the desk again.
The whole class side eyed each other with deadpan expressions.
“Ms. L/n… Why do you think he’s doing this?” One of the female students called out as she plucked her earpods out. “I don’t know! Maybe I forgot something? Said something?” Surprisingly, she didn’t sound angry or upset at the situation, but genuinely curious and maybe a little frustrated.
“Ms. L/n…”
“Are you-“
“-Serious?”
“What are you guys talking about?? Do you guys know why he’s mad?” Everyone almost flew out of their seat in frustration for their teacher. One of them dropped his piece of clay onto the desk and stood up from his seat. “Ms. L/n! Can’t you see?? Mr. Raiden has a cru-” The door of the class slammed open as the student was interrupted mid sentence.
When they turned to the owner of the voice, it revealed a familiar teacher. His bangs covered his darkened eyes, but they felt the hate radiating off his frame. “…Your class is loud.” He whipped his head to the student who was about to speak out. The blonde gulped visibly and blinked as he tried to shrink behind an easel. “And you.” Everything seemed to go in slow motion as Scaramouche pointed at the male and motioned him to follow. “Kaveh. Come with me to the ceramic room. You forgot to clean up the spill on the floor.”
Denial, is a river that flows through the vein of Raidens.
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A/n poosay tight
I edited this chapter lazily so point out any grammer mistakes plss
Wattpad is such a silly goofball for not saving this chap after writing 2/3 of it 🥺🥺
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