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mr. Raiden drowns in the nile
ft. ms ln the rock
” 이 별에서 네가 가장 특별해 “
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Kunikuzushi knew better than anyone else on this sorry excuse of a world that he wasn’t exactly a likeable person in any aspect.
Sure, he had a pretty face, but a pretty disgusting personality to make up for it. You name the red flag, he had it.
When a new teacher one day just waltzed into his life and slowly crept through his barriers, he didn’t even realize until a hole had been made in the fortress he locked himself in. She on the other hand, was loved by any person she encountered. Reacted to people’s stories that made anyone think she was hooked up in the conversation, never complained or boasted about something, genuinely tries her hardest. Even he admitted himself that she deserved the things she achieved. Whether it be her reputation or popularity- whatever was worth more.
Although— he was often left wondering about one part. When someone would even jokingly say the words I love you, she never seemed to find a way to respond in character. Sure, there were times she said those three words more as a statement such as back when he caught the cockroach that night, when she didn’t have much thought over her words. Almost as if they were a sacred language to place on her lips, she always seemed to hesitate to say those meaningful words.
Not that he was in the place to say anything.
He knew the nature of humans good enough that if he ignored people, they will eventually lose their interest and drift away. If he stomps over them, the fire of whatever motive they had blows off and out they go. But people were so simple yet perplexing.
Many to all conversation starters she made; he either said something snarky or flat out ignored it. She wasn’t as stupid as people gave her credit for and understood social cues, so just why had she even bothered to stick around? What was there to gain from him? What was her true purpose?
But even without himself knowing, he began responding to her comments. When she waved at him from across the hall, he made eye contact with her. When he saw she was tired, he got up and figured out dinner that night. He chose his words more carefully and censored his tongue on many occasions. Why? All those years spent on piling the reputation of the name Raiden Scaramouche was coming down with a single person that had somehow blown his walls with a single poke upon the iron barricades as though it was paper.
No matter if he denied it to his deathbed or not, Kunikuzushi was lonely. Who leans his head back listening to his own students talking shit behind his back, watching as his mother who ignored him for his entire childhood finally pretend to reach out to him, and drowning in his bedsheets until unable to lift a single finger. Such an inspirational life he was thrown into.
Children grow. In both mental and physical ways, and the time frames which people grow upon are all different. But there is a difference between truly maturing and being trapped inside a grown body and a child’s heart. Growth of the physical body is inevitable, but one of the mind and heart takes patience and time. Sadly, many children are forced upon an adult’s body with no one to properly guide their growth.
Kunikuzushi was childish.
Whenever he felt something he didn’t recognize, it was his first instinct to deny and bury it down until he convinced himself it was there no more. His pride was more fragile than a tall, skinny piece of a withering plant dangerously swaying in the wind. Ignorance was another topic, but he wasn’t that foolish. He knew that his coworker, roommate, friend- whatever she was, a genuinely kind person. So why? It was pretty simple, yet ridiculously overcomplicated and twisted in the brambles of his thoughts and what little imagination he possessed.
Already causing enough damage, he didn’t feel deserving of such acts of such people.
It wasn’t for no other reason that he put up an unlikeable, short tempered wall to face everyone. That was Scaramouche Raiden. Someone who didn’t deserve an ounce of sympathy from anyone, nor had any left to offer.
Then who was Kunikuzushi?
Kabukimono was long dead anyways. Was this what kids nowadays called an identity crises..?
The male huffed and laid flat on his bed with a frown on his pale complexions. He was a grown adult with a job, what was he even doing??
Three knocks on the door caught his attention. “Scaramouche. I cut some fruits. You want a plate?” Y/n called out from the other side, sounds of a utensil clanking on a plate sounding for a short moment. He crooned his head over to the direction with an unreadable expression. For some reason, being called his full name by the certain voice felt.. Out of place. “I don’t like sweet foods. You eat it.” Scaramouche eventually called out after blinking out of his trance. Hearing how snappy he made the sentence sound, the teacher almost wanted to swallow the words back. Keyword; almost.
“Oh right. Um.. Good night.” With that, she turned around and softly thumped back down the stairs. He hated it.
He hated how her voice practically showed her sad expression behind the wooden furniture. He hated that his hand itched to burst the door open and take the plate into the room. He hated the slow, droopy sound of her footsteps going down the stairs. He hated knowing that she was barely a meter away from his own figure, but he was the one who chase her away. And most of all, he despised the fact that he was the one behind her sadness.
Damn it all.
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Yae tilted her head with an amused grin while staring at the younger teacher ahead of her. “Let me get this straight.” She would have been hysterically laughing at the situation if it weren’t for the serious expression on Y/n’s face. “So, you’re saying that Scaramouche has been behaving strangely for the past few days. Avoids seeing you, doesn’t make eye contact, zones out often, and is snappy to everyone. Am I right?”
The h/c haired female nodded. “Mhm. I honestly really don’t understand what’s going on, I’ve been acting the same as before.” Her while demeanor seemed to droop down like a plant without enough sunlight. “Maybe I said something wrong?”
With a shaking of her head in a disappointed manor, Miko tilted her head with half slit eyes of disbelief. She assumed that the teacher would be dense, but this woman was a rock at this point. Although it was merely a matter of time before the two had to face their feelings, she decided to give the younger female a hint. “sigh Y/n, haven’t you noticed a few small changes in him a little prior before this happened?” The said individual furrowed her eyebrows in thought. “…Not really? Scaramouche was just the usual Scaramouche, I didn’t notice much off about him.”
The pinkette wanted to slap her own forehead and shrivel to the ground at her obliviousness. Instead, she forced up a smile.
“Hmm, think again. Has the way he spoke or looked at you changed, his actions compared to when the two of you first met, it can be anything.” Y/n placed a hand on her head in frustration. Her senior raised an eyebrow in expectation. Just as she was about to give up, a lightbulb went off in her head. “Oh! I did notice that his tone was less sharper, and not as grumpy when we first saw each other.” The h/c haired female pointed out. “Even if he did kind of return to square one lately, he isn’t as snappy as before. He just seemed to be ignoring me now..?” Yae sighed. “That’s definately one. Anything else?”
“Miko… What are you hinting to?”
“L/n.” She started as she leaned into her arm with a cheeky grin. “You like romance genre books or shows, don’t you?” Y/n looked caught off guard at the question, but nodded softly. Her thoughts drifted back to the whole shelf only filled with cheesy romance fictions and manga in her room, and some… Things that she bought covered in a plastic wrap before it was torn open the moment she returned into the closed doors of her home. “Do you know the way the main character’s love interest looks at them when they’re absolutely smitten for them?”
Eyes sparkling, she nodded vigorously. “Yes! The way their eyes drip honey and and, the feeling in their gaze, even if they’re cold to other characters, that soft spot they have for the love interest- wait a minute. Are you saying..” Miko leaned slightly forward, waiting to watch her reaction as realization hit her like water falling from a cliff.
“-That Scaramouche likes someone?? Oh my goodness, who is it?! I have to get to know them, or is it someone I already know?”
Alas, the history teacher slumped against her desk with her face flat into the wooden surface. “Miko, are you alright..?”
The pinkette slowly recovered from her blow of disappointment, and slowly sat back up on her black seat. She couldn’t decide whether to cry or laugh at this situation. Reaching to a plain stickey note and a pen, she scribbled down a list of some sort. “Y/n, the next few times you see that boy, remember the symptoms in this list.” She spoke, passing the note to her. “Each time he does something that matches the list, I want you to place a check, or mark it out. Once everything has a check and you still haven’t figured it out by then, I’ll tell you.” Y/n picked up the piece of paper and scanned through the curved handwriting.
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1. Closed body language. Avoiding eye contact, turning body away when you’re speaking, crossing arms.
2. Voice. Quiet, staggering, higher pitched, hesitance, or avoidance in speaking in general
3. Staring at your direction when speaking with someone else— or just in general
4. Knows most to all things in your general schedule
5. Either stays as far away as possible, or coming near each second. No in betweens.
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“Yae… What is this?”
“Shh~”
Like that, Y/n was ushered out of the Inazuma history classroom with one last knowing smirk of ms. Yae. As she walked through the empty hallways with the note in her hands, she read it over and over again. Going over to Miko for advice had somehow messed with her mind even more. Maybe she should speak with Lisa sometime, she heard from students that ms. Mici was a great advisor when it came to different relationships- whether it be romantic or friendships.
Notes… Notes… Notes.
Right! His daily Notes subscription that she gave him- she completely forgot about it.
Y/n immediately hopped her way into her empty classroom like a child on their way downstairs on a Christmas morning. Once arriving, she opened the drawer fully dedicated to cute memos and sticky notes, which she often gave out as a prize for class kahoots. What to give him.. One of them caught her eye.
She grabbed a sparkly teal gel pen and got to work.
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𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝
𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 ‘𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚖’ 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 3500 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘??
-𝚢/𝚗
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….He didn’t know how he should be reacting.
By the time his documents printed and he arrived back in the class, he took notice of a pale pink sticky notes with cartoon cats printed on it laying on the center of his desk. The writer of the note seemingly already headed home judging by the lack of music coming out from her classroom ahead of his. It was just past five, so it was actually twelve minutes from her average time of getting home.
Scaramouche let out a huff as he picked up the note and walked over to the trash can by the entrance of the class. He paused upon seeing the familiar black trash bag instead of the pink one. It seemed she stopped swapping it out. Holding the note hovering over the trash, his hand hesitated while pinching onto the corner. His brows furrowed in frustration that he was debating such trivial matter.
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He ended up keeping it.
Scaramouche didn’t even know what motivated him to do so. The whole school knew that mr. Raiden hated collecting things, and didn’t understand people who gathered the same kind of things such as cards or rocks. Well, technically, this was just one note in his defence. Scaramouche shoved his second drawer open and smashed the piece of paper in. Just debating whether to garbage it or not took a whopping thirty minutes of staring at the note near the trash can.
The teacher shook his head softly, packing the laptop in his plain gray case. He looked up to the sun catchers stuck on the window. The afternoon sunlight flooded the room in gold and reflected upon the small porcelain figures on his shelf. An unfamiliar sculpture caught his eye. Not that he memorized all the placement and angles each decorations were placed on..
It was a palm-sized purplish black cat that was wearing a black baseball jacket he usually wore around. He grabbed it softly, bringing it in front of his face. The polished and coated surface gleamed as a pair of familiar indigo eyes stared back into his. Kabuki, wearing his jacket..? His vision drifted to the cooled down disposable hand warmer that was acting as a cushion for the cat sculpture. He probably threw it there when first receiving it and forgot about it. Didn’t L/n name it.. Jerry? Jarold? Whatever.
The male placed the clay piece back down with an almost bitter expression. Grabbing his bag, he slung it over his shoulder and walked quietly to the familiar car in the parking lot.
After muttering a series of swears at the cars in front of him, Scaramouche finally arrived back home. He glanced to the house next door of his- their home. That suffocating house was no longer his. Kunikuzushi stepped up the wooden porch and unlocked the door before grabbing his shoes and putting them on the shoe rack right next to the door. “Scaramouche! Perfect timing, the pizza I ordered just came, come eat some before it cools down.” Y/n called out from the dining table with a welcoming smile. His chest tightened at the sight.
You know it’s worthless, why are you still around?
Don’t look at me like that.
I hate you.
Why are you like this?
I don’t fucking deserve it, just ignore me.
“I’ll have some later.” He muttered and stared at the ground the entire time of his short trip to upstairs. His roommate paused with her waving hand still in the air, watching his retreating figure as the corners of her mouth dropped slightly. “Ah.. I’ll leave it on the counter, then.”
Yell at me.
Scream at me.
Tell me I’m selfish.
Tell me I’m unfair
Because I’ll feel better that way than… Whatever you’re doing now.
He flopped down on his bed with a frustrated sigh and buried his face into the pillow. Why was he so out of character??
A small meow broke his train of thoughts. Scaramouche flinched slightly upon seeing Kabuki sitting with his tail swaying on the edge of the beige cat tower in the corner of his room. The feline tilted his head and meowed again, jumping down and making his way to the bed. Kabuki hopped onto the space beside him and curled up. He dragged the cat to his chest and hugged him gently. “I don’t know what to do..” Scaramouche mumbled inaudibly, but Kabuki’s ears perked up at his whisper. “Maybe I should just go to the hospital or something.”
Almost like a disappointed mother, Kabuki lifted his head and stared at him with half slit eyes. The two only stared at each other for a moment before the teacher pursed his lips. Was he seriously talking to a cat now.. Maybe the mental hospital was his final destination in life at this point. At last, he sat upright and ruffled his hair, wanting to scream out his feelings until he was empty and hollow of this.
Meanwhile, a certain teacher was downstairs making a small checkmark beside the first and fifth contents on her note.
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Omg mirae consistently updating her fics ⁉️😱🤯
Thanks to everyone somehow liking this silly billy milly patookie fic that i thought of like two years ago in the middle of a food lab demo we’re well over 100k reads (ilya) atp. But since I’m publishing all the previous chaps before the edit by order, ill be publishing both parts of the 100k chaps which is after this.
We’re so close to catching onto where i left off, so get ready for a ride 🏋️♀️🏋️♀️ after part 1 and 2 of the 100k special i finally get to work on chap 20 which I didn’t get to pub before announcing the rewrite thing
I was actually gonna cry when i decided to edit notes since chap 20 was when the actual story was supposed to begin 💀
Anyways to the ones hiding in my floorboards after i said notes is planned to be a sobbing angst better come out and gimme a big hug bc i feel lonely after seeing that one couple ☺️ (drop the knives that youre holding pookies)
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