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The revolutionary discovery of humanity
ft. poets save english teacher trauma
” 저녁노을이 진 옥상에 걸터앉아 “
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Mr. Raiden gets mischaracterized often.
Very, very ridiculously often. But he would probably prefer to have it that way. After all, he was the front line witness to see what happened if people got close to him.
Kunikuzushi blinked from his trance and snapped away, lurching his head backwards to create distance between them. The air soon became awkward as he internally cursed himself in all the languages he knew of.
Before he was about to turn away, he felt an invisible tug bringing his gaze back to her for a split second.
Y/n felt two arms hoist her up.
No words were shared between the two teachers as he carried her off to her bedroom. The floors were littered with a few boxes halfway filled with things, and an empty bag on the bed, halfway zipped up. If it weren’t for the given situation, she would have snorted at the way he slapped the bag off the spread out blanket as if he had a personal grudge against it. His hands didn’t know where to grab, tensely holding her with pure strength rather than a good position of balance— like he never picked someone else in his life.
Kabuki lazily cracked an azure eye open, his left ear perking up from his position. He meowed in protest upon being grabbed by the scruff just as he was about to move closer to the center of the bed where Scaramouche had placed his roommate down. “Not today fatass. You’re going to suffocate her.”
Y/n let out an inaudible chortle. His eyes subconsciously glanced over to her.
“That’s so mean.. Come here kitty.” She lazily reached an arm out, Kabuki flailing against Scaramouche’s hand before landing on the bed, less than elegantly stumbling on the crinkled sheets and nuzzling into her side. The said teacher didn’t comment and simply stared. Well, more like he was unable to turn his head away and exit the door like he should have.
Like he should have. But his feet decided to stay glued in place at that moment.
Y/n’e eyes relaxed as Kabuki shuffled around and curled up between her arm and torso. A satisfied rumbling sound came from his throat. Traitor.. He always curled up on the bed upstairs, in the exact position he would curl next to Kunikuzushi. The teacher’s eyes grazed over her face. Lips curved up softly, the pale moonlight from the window reflecting in her eyes— causing a swirl of e/c to burst in them.
Nearly flinching out of his trance upon becoming conscious of his thoughts, the indigo haired teacher huffed and finally forced his feet to turn to the door.
“Wait.”
At her voice that stopped him, he paused and turned again. Y/n smiled softly, moving the feline onto her lap. “Thank you. Really.”
His face blanked out, placed in a trance the moment his eyes met with hers. “…Why are you thanking me. That fox must’ve fed you something weird. Just sleep.”
With that, he stormed out.
….
As he stepped upstairs and closed his room behind himself, he almost punched another hole in the wall. His heart was trying to commit suicide in his chest— almost protesting of its trapped place in his ribcage. He could hear the overly loud thumps everywhere. In his ear, he felt it in his arms, he could feel the heat coursing through his veins like waves. It felt unbearable, his senses blurring together until the only thing he could focus on was the rushing and tight feeling in his lungs and the fact his body trying to blow into flames.
“Thank you, really.”
Those three words that shouldn’t mean anything echoed and echoed in his head like a shout repeatedly ringing in an empty room.
Fuck.
Fuck.
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Saturday bed rotting is one of the best pleasures known to mankind. Too bad Y/n forgot she had plans and slept in.
“Oh my gods— Scara, have you seen my charger??” She made a small aimless circle around the couch before looking under it, her hair flipping upside down in the process. The said male didn’t respond, not even bothering to look into her direction. “Don’t know, maybe you could’ve found it by now if your room wasn’t filled with boxes.” He grumbled out saltily. His roommate assumed he was still holding a grudge with the misunderstanding last night. As much as she would like to sit down and properly explain her situation, she was late at the current moment.
Completely forgetting that there was a plan made with some of the other teachers, in this case, meeting her coworker-friends at a cafe nearby, and ending up also forgetting to set the alarm as a lovely addition. Considering what happened yesterday, it wasn’t an unreasonable occurrence. Nevertheless, she hated making others wait.
Ignoring the bitter glance he spared into her direction, Y/n reached a hand under the couch to grab the charger. Only to realize that someone had already grabbed it from the other side of the couch. The white block with the dangling charger attached to it was tossed into her direction. The teacher blinked in surprise, caught off guard. “Than—”
“We’re low on green tea.”
“…?” Scrunching her brows softly at his random change in topic, Y/n shrugged to herself. Green tea reminded her of the cake she made him last month. She never touched it ever since making it and having a bite after they arrived home, but found the empty cake box lying around in the cardboard bin a few days later. Assuming that he liked it may have been a reasonable assumption, gut he never even asked for the recipe. She would have gladly made more if he just asked…
“Who are you mee…” He coughed and turned his front from her view, stomping over to the sink instead. “*incoherent mumbling…..*” His companion tilted her head, stepping a few steps into the kitchen to hear better. “Sorry, didn’t catch that. Can you repeat one more time?” Scaramouche froze slightly, his reaction otherwise unreadable.
Before she knew it, a small splatter of water had been flicked into her direction before he used her startled state to run upstairs into the safety of his room.
The art teacher was left stunned in place. Out of everything he could’ve said or done, that was the last course of actions she expected from him based on the time they spent together.
Just what was he going to say in the first place???
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“Ms. L/n, over here.”
Her hair slightly whipped across the air and narrowly missed the poor waitress before she apologized to no ends. Y/n jogged over to the table she caught familiar faces in, sliding into the empty seat likely reserved for herself. “I’m so so sorry… I completely forgot and slept in.” There were five teachers in total minus herself. Four in which she recognized, and one unfamiliar presence she would inevitably get to learn soon. “Don’t worry. I’m late all the time too. Want to know why?”
Everyone, or at least majority of them sighed in an exasperated manner the moment Cyno opened his mouth.
“I always try to find my watch to make sure I’m not late… But I can never seem to find the time.” Lisa shook her head, although a small smile of familiarity laced the corner of her mouth. “Get it? The point of the joke was that I’m trying to find a watch, but can never find the time —because a watch shows time.”
A quiet laugh Y/n didn’t recognize came from the other side of the table. She peeked a curious gaze towards the source. What she didn’t realize however, was the look of confirmation share between Lisa and a pink haired familiar.
Interrupting Cyno’s preparation for a second joke, the barista called from the counter where the tray orders were placed on for the customers to come grab. “Table number seven, your order is ready!” Just as Y/n was about to volunteer, the teacher she didn’t recognize insisted despite being second furthest from the counter-facing end of the table. She watched the back of his knitted brownish-maroon sweater for a little longer. There were no specific memories recollected of seeing him among the halls or interacting with him in the teachers’ lounges. But that wasn’t surprising considering the sheer scale of the school.
“Ah, thank you mr. Kaedehara.” Lisa nodded as the blonde male gently placed the drinks down in front of the designated people. “Such a gentleman~” He only shook his head with a smile Y/n almost reached for her sunglasses at. He was definitely snatching hearts left and right during high school. Scratch that, he probably got the barista’s number during the three seconds he was up there.
She blinked out of her trance upon her own drink being placed in front of her. “Oh, thank you.” “No problem.” Even his voice was a roll of silk.. She had to find a way to drag him to a karaoke sometime.
“Come to think of it, I don’t believe we have officially met yet.” He hummed.
Taking the cue, Cyno made a comment that he left his wallet in the car and slipped out the seat, leaving the chair in front of Y/n vacant. And the positioning of the tables just so happened to make Kazuha’s occupying of the recently emptied seat much more convenient rather than having to go all the way across the other seats to his original spot. Meanwhile, the said silver haired teacher would find it more practical to take Kazuha’s previous seat since it was closer to the door.
Unless you weren’t a rock, the coy was highlighted in every colour imaginable. Thankfully our poor, dear ms. L/n wasn’t one.
Instead, she was a mountain.
“I heard about you around. You were moved from ____ Elementary, right?” Y/n nodded. “Mhm. I’m feeling like a celebrity these days.. Everyone in the school seems to know me through someone one way or another.” Followed by a short chuckle, the blonde cracked another soft smile. He could’ve succeeded as a celebrity instead of being stuck in a room of rats teaching teenagers—
Wait, she had that job too.
“I used to teach in an elementary too. In a different area, of course.” He admitted. “But the district came hunting me down the moment I got a degree in creative writing.. Haha.” The imagination of him playing with a classroom full of tony children was a work of art. But Y/n perked up the moment creative writing left his lips that looked like seven different lip cares were used before he left his home. In the background, the remaining teachers began to converse with one another to not make things awkward. “Creative writing.. I was interested in it too, do you like poetry by any chance??” “That would be the case. I actually happen to have my haiku notebook with me, would you be interested to take a look at some of them?”
Her eyes sparkled, an imaginary pair of ears popping up with an expectant gaze waiting for him to bring the said notepad out. “Ah, please excuse my rudeness. Kaedehara Kazuha, Literacy teacher in Inazuma dep.” Even his name sounded elegant.. Y/n realized she was blatantly staring and clasped her cheeks against her palms lightly. “L/n Y/n. Since you know me, you probably know what I teach.”
“It’s quite hard to forget one of the three sole art teachers in a school with seven different departments.” He reached into his bag to peer inside and shuffle some other items out of the way. The said art teacher politely let out a breathy laugh. It felt uncharacteristic of her to act so professionally polite with someone.. But anyone who had seen and spoken with this man face to face would understand her position. “Ah, found it. I do apologize if my handwriting is illegible on some areas that were rushed.”
Their fingertips ghosted each other by half a millimetre. A pair of green eyes diagonally across Y/n’s side sent a short glimpse.
Raising up the plain beige notebook with a few simple bird prints on the bottom, she locked eyes with him for a brief moment for permission to look through the pages. He only offered a smooth beaming expression in response. The sun would hide away in shame before this man…
Less than a full five seconds of e/c pupils eagerly scanning the words after her fingers gently pried off cover open to reveal its first page, imaginary beams of light shot out from the notebook.
“Kazuha, was it?” Her voice muttered out. His head tilted.
“Yes?”
“Marry me right now. Right here.”
At the end of the table, Albedo slapped a napkin-covered hand against Cyno’s face as soon as the slight choking sound was heard, his beverage half a moment’s time before being spat out six feet across the cafe. Kazhua only let out a string of breathy laughs at her declaration. She gazed at him with sparkling enthusiasm, practically ready to jump out of her seat if left in the state for a few more seconds. “Never in my life… Have I ever seen an english teacher with this ethereal handwriting.”
Each delicate stroke of black ink on the paper dancing across the lines, each curve and loop flowing into the next and connecting the smooth lines. The young teacher was practically drooling at the sharply pointed at the ending brush of whatever pen that would have been honoured to be used for this work ripping Picasso out of his coffin and sob on his knees after realizing his failire. She placed the notebook down and clasped his hand softly, eyes twinkling.
“You don’t understand the hours and days and months I spent throwing up blood sweat and every imaginable bodily fluid of pain trying to decipher whatever ancient forgotten language my english teacher slammed into the whiteboard while writing notes. No no— I’m genuinely serious. Your students should be seeing you as the messiah, you just gave them salvation from a year of crying so much until saliva comes out of their eyes while contemplating dropping out from school while staring into your writing. Do you see this???” She rambled on, lightly shaking his pale fingers with hers clasped over them. “Just looking at this is healing my trauma..”
Rather than looking uncomfortable, he just continued to grin like a dog lazily smiling at their owner while the said human was aggressively ruffling their fur all over while squealing.
Yae averted her eyes from the scene with a silent clearing of her throat. She predicted the two would get along like puzzles, but this certainly passed her expectations.. To a slightly alarming point.
“Haha, that was certainly a new one.” He chuckled after a few more pumped praises squeezed out from the hypered female. “Your choice of words are very creative, ms. Y/n.” Y/n reached for her drink once her mouth went dry with all that, and her hand suddenly paused in place as her actions and words finally registered her brain.
“….”
“…?”
“Please run me over with a car. Nevermind, there’s a lovely looking road out there.”
“Wait wait, ms. Y/n—”
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Kunikuzushi kicked the pillow that had somehow moved down towards his feet during his episode for the millionth time that afternoon. His face buried in the blanket he molded into a long shape while gripping at it with a white-knuckle grasp in a chokehold armbar.
What was he, some lovesick teenage girl in a melodrama???
This was sick, disgusting and vile. He would throw up if he was informed that someone was having a life contemplation over at the possibility of.. Of—
Liking himself.
So what would she think when she found out????
Even the word itself sent his mind sinking downwards in a spiral of existential crises. Just how did this even happen.
This wasn’t meant to be a part of the story. Sure, she wasn’t someone he absolutely despised being around even a single cell of— but he never had a nanometer worth intentions of getting reduced down to this extent. Not once..!
He couldn’t let his years’ worth of work come crumpling down be because of one single person. The blazing arrows of sarcastic and nonchalant comments constantly being shot at anyone who stepped a single step towards the iron-walled fortress around himself was effective against even the most resilient people, that gave up on trying to melt those walls with their own fire after a while. And yet.. they were smelting down in puddles to someone that didn’t even hold a single sword of sharp comments or prodding remarks.
Whether she brushed the flaming arrowheads off or simply accepted them being pierced into her skin, he still couldn’t understand. But no matter how much he pulled back the bowstring and let the sharp weapon pierce through the air, she simply kept approaching. By the time the fortress he had so fiercely defended was near her, no movements were made to destroy it. Instead, she simply accepted as it existed. If it was a wall, then a wall there would be. That was when he realized that the mighty towers were never made out of iron all along.
All this time, it was glass.
The only thing defending the fragile structure were the arrows shot from the towers that successfully kept everyone away until now. With one soft prod from her fingertips, a crack formed. At her soft gaze devoid from any semblance of disappointment or concern, the crack branched like intertwined tree roots.
And so, the mighty glass fortress left untouched since rebuilt from painful shards that left his hands bleeding as he picked up each pieces to rebuild it— was once again on the verge of shattering.
But.. Maybe she would help him pick the pieces up if it were to shatter and snap, never once looking at her own tattered skin and limbs. Would she?
…..
Who would make their own fingers bleed to help someone else.
He pressed the blanket further into his face, pretending the jambled mess of items had once again made a sea beneath his bed didn’t exist. If he kept his eyes closed, just for a little longer, maybe he wouldn’t see anything anymore.
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A/n sorry for not updating for almost a month 😋
So i was walking back home from school when my dad called me and yelled at me to run back home bc my mom was urgent and didn’t elaborate further, so i ran genuinely the fastest i ever stretched my quadricep muscles for 20mins straight and came back home
my mom kinda collapsed
oh btw i kind of got hit by a car on the way running back but it wasnt that serious bc it was just a lil bump
I mean it made me half fly like a foot away and landed on my obese backpack that probably saved my life but i only got a weenie bruise
THE PEOPLE NEARBY WERRE STARING AT ME LIKE I WAS INSANE IT WAS SO EMBARRASSING i think the driver of the car was ab to get out to check on me but i just stood back up and started running again
anyways my mom is fine now so dont worry ☺️
Fanfic author lore is real guys
Overall its been a weird month but maybe the situation still hasn’t registered in me yet
Anyways kazuha acting as decoy number 2 👀
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