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Liar liar pants on fire
ft. kazuha saves the day
” ๋ ๋ค๊ฐ ์์ฃผ ๊ฐ๋์ฉ ๋ฌด๊ฒ๊ฒ ํ ๋๋ง๋ค, ์์นซ “
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Three system days before ” The Ballerina and the Wooden Soldier “
Y/n scratched her head with the back of the pen loosely held between her index and thumb. Her eyes scanned over the same five sentences on the page for the… Fourteenth time? She lost track. She had finally succeeded in at least memorizing the lines of her script and the positioning for the play. However, the biggest mountain to cross still remained.
She cleared her throat and stood up from the chair, glimpsing to the side and making sure her room door was closed shut. If Scaramouche saw this, it was over and beyond. He would have the chance card of blackmailing for the rest of eternity, which frankly sounded equally terrifying as the idea of standing on stage.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she repeated the lines in her head one last time.
“For what reason do you โ Agh, I can’t deal with the secondhand embarrassment…!” Y/n shrieked before turning around and diving back into the safety of her sheets. Furina emphasized having to stare at the male lead’s eyes with a yearning and expressive gaze throughout all later interactions during rehearsals.. Since the student playing the soldier was someone she was familiar with, it made things less awkward.
But this was a minor in the story alongside a teacher!!! Well.. A good opportunity to test out those ten year anti aging creams…?
It would be considered irresponsible to give up the job now. Everyone was placing their precious trusts in her. The teacher groaned into her pillow, kicking her feet aggressively into the poor sheets below. Had Kabuki been napping at his usual spot by the foot of her bed, he could have been flattened by her legs.
Acting is a meticulous task.
A soft thud by the bookshelf made her eyes turn upwards, half fearing the collection of books had been knocked over. Thankfully, it was just a plastic blindbox figurine that tilted over to the side from the vibration of her little episode. Y/n huffed and shuffled towards the edge of the bed. Just as she fixed the position of the figure, a book too thin to belong amongst the moderately thick ones caught her attention.
Teyvat Secondary
Class of xxxx-xxxx
“Oh my gosh..” She blankly gazed at the navy blue cover and the seven department symbols that looked slightly different from its current design. Dust had collected on the top, making a series of sneezes follow. This was an ancient relic at this point. Adjusting to sit upright on her bed, Y/n hesitantly gripped the hard cover of the yearbook between her fingers and flipped it to the side. Ignoring the motivational paragraphs that she doubted anyone but the writer knew the contents of on the first few pages, she finally reached the student photos.
Student council events, animal support club’s annual donut sails, awkwardly angled selfies club leaders were forced by teachers to take of their club during the end of the year. Halloween took five whole pages to go through with the school’s massive size that was still noteworthy even back then. Familiar faces began to reregister into her mind, their blurry images in her memories suddenly becoming refreshed. Other than that, the teacher swore that her own face was in practically every page.
Student council vice president, senior care club manager, debate team organizer, community service club co-leader, the amount of activities she was involved in stretched on like a scroll. Afterschool event setups of running around the building and putting up posters reminding confused freshmen of their jobs, small field trips the debate club went with other provincial schools. Coming home right after dinner and heading to tutoring sessions straight after. Repeat for another four days before whatever extracurricular activity was planned for the weekend. Y/n stopped at a page, her eyes unable to move on.
It.. Was the art club pictures. The school posters and projects they contributed in, awards certain members received from competitions, and lastly a group photo of all the members holding up one of their works over the year.
She remembered begging her parents to let her join the club before, swearing it wouldn’t interfere with any of her school work or other clubs. But their excuse never waveredโ something along the lines of then that time can be used for something more important, followed by a depredatory comment about how people like herself never succeeded in life. Always following what they wanted to do that present moment without ever thinking of the consequences. Y/n never once considered bearing regret for the job she chose in the end, but she did come to think from time to time. Did she only choose this career out of spite and regret for not being able to do it before?
Like the stain of a previous colour that remained in the background of the canvas even with many layers thrown on top, it seemed she was never really free from them even now.
“Open up. I’m hungry.”
“..I was having a main character moment.”
“The pantry is empty. Go out and get food, it’s your turn to cook today.”
“Since when was that official!”
“Look, even the fatass is agreeing.”
Meow!
Well, at least she wasn’t alone now.
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Furina constantly glanced back and forth between the director’s script that included the lines of all the actors on stage. Dual coloured pupils busily reminding herself of the characters’ scenes and the students currently rehearsing in real time, she gave a thumbs up as the second act came to an end. “Ahem, splendid job everyone! We’ll be moving onto the third act right away.” At the expected announcement, everyone began to move behind the velvety red curtain that fell over the stage.
Lighting crew adjusted the positioning of the stage lights, assigned helpers jumping out to rearrange the props. At this time, the narrator would give a short comment to ensure the audience didn’t have to sit in the awkward silence.
“They’re sure working hard.” The blonde teacher pointed out proudly. “Speaking of working… I had a joke about that.” Cyno crossed his arms, appearing to be in serious thought. People’s first impressions of the sternly speaking silver haired male varied, but a pun addicted card game player certainly wasn’t any of them. With an amused smile, Kazuha tilted his head. “โBut none of them work. Did you get that?”
“Haha, I certainly did. Alsoโ” He was interrupted by a group of female students that screeched from the side at the sight of his breathy laughter. Kazuha sweatdropped and gave them a concerned smile, and he silently swore one of them dropped to the ground with the others catching her. His company raised a teasing eyebrow. “Quite the superstar, aren’t you mr. Kaedehara.” He chuckled. “..Please don’t talk about it.” The blonde sighed, shaking his head. A few minutes has passed since the second act’s curtains had dropped, and they were preparing for the final act before the epilogue.
Eyes locking to each other knowingly, the two teachers glanced to the stage. “Today is Y/n’s day in rehearsal, correct?” Kazuha nodded. “Yes. Tomorrow is mr. Raiden’s. Honestly.. I didn’t have much expectations of this whole act being found out by the two of them considering this is a building full of wordy teenagers. But it looks like they outdid themselves if they managed to fool Scaramouche of all people.” He smiled fondly. The whole situation was an extremely, comically risky one with a lack of proper plans.
For the last week, the original schedule was to rehearse every other dayโ but they couldn’t overlap the practices with mr. Raiden and ms. L/n colliding for obvious reasons. Hence they threw the rehearsal every day after school in order to keep the teachers separated. They even had one student always stationed outside the practice hall with a convenient excuse, their sole purpose to explain to whoevers’ day it wasn’t to rehearse that a last minute practice for another act was currently ongoing.
The amount of loopholes in the so-called plan made the whole thing nearly translucent, but luck was with them so far. Just two more days, and until the final act on the performance day.
“What are you two doing here?” A feminine voice chirped from behind. Y/n munched on a bag of overpriced vending machine chips while staring at the two teachers with a questioning gaze. “Just here to watch. You too?” Despite the question, both already knew the reason. Knowing her honest character, Kazuha had expected her to stumble her words or dig around for a convenient excuse. But instead, a lazy nod came like second nature. “Yep yep. Running away from the blueberry because some kid decided to poke around at his patience.” She shrugged.
Both were momentarily taken aback by her smooth lie that came almost too naturally, but it would seem even more suspicious to say anything.
“Y’know, unrelated teachers aren’t allowed in here during practice. So off you two go~”
“Aren’t you a teacher too..?”
“Nope. I’m a minor in my heart.”
As her turn on the stage dawned, she quickly shooed her coworkers out the stadium, closing the door behind them. Kazuha and Cyno shared a glance, shaking their heads with a small smile. The silver haired teacher had a meeting to attend in a few minutes and left after a quick small talk while his company checked his device for an incoming message. It was from the group chat the kids made..?
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Ms. L/n and the demon’s wedding
378 participants
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Yeetoes_69
CHAT TJIS IS URGHENT
MR. RAIDEN CUMMING TO
REHEARSAL STADIUEM
Fufurina
please fix your spelling
WAIT WHAT
the rehearsal is already starting,
should I call for a break??
xinyass
Holy shirts i just saw him stompin
down the liyue office he almost
thereee
Is anyone nearby to distract him
Fufurina
the act just began, i need time to get
the original actor back on stage
someone pls distract him for 5 more
mins
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Amidst everyone freaking out over the situation, Kazuha swore he felt an invisible bead of sweat trickle down his back. Clearing his throat, he shut off the phone and turned towards where the hallways conjoined with Liyue’s office. Why was he coming here of all times now..
Sure enough, after a few steps, the two Inazuman teachers bumped into each other.
“Evening, mr. Raiden.” He greeted with a natural smile. Pausing in his steps, Scaramouche sighed and stood in place. Urgency was noticed in his steps. “Mhm.” That bland response was probably the most reaction anyone would get from greeting mr. Raiden. Maybe on a good day, another very certain teacher might have the exception. “Are you headed off somewhere urgent?”
A gloom of annoyance casted over his pale complexions. A heavy huff left Scaramouche’s lips, hand reaching up to massage his temple. “Some simpleton in theatres cheated on one of the final exams. At least he chose the right class for clowns.” He grumbled with a twitching lower eyelid. Now, the said man didn’t particularly comment much on grades themselves unless it was on the brink of failing. But he held a personal grudge against the concept of cheating, reasonably enough. Kazuha gave a breathy chuckle and smiled awkwardly. Ten minutes of distracting the calculus teacher was long even for him.
“Haha.. That is certainly a shame. I heard the district is implementing new policies to prevent dishonesty in examinations next year.”
“All the district does is sit on their fat chairs and stare down at students that actually need support while sipping on coffee from a mug with some diversity and respect log on it.” A sharp response was made with a scoff as Scaramouche frowned. “And when they do decide to move, it’s pointless, obdurate actions just to pretend they’re flailing around to solve everyone’s problems. If they did care for the education for the future generation fiasco they repeat like parrots, then this school system would’ve long changed ago in the first place.”
Alright. Mr. Raiden doesn’t like the Celestia District.
Internally, Kazuha sighed in relief. Once his coworkers began his hate speech, he easily passed twenty minutes like a breeze. Or maybe not. The language teacher felt his device lighting up and vibrating constantly in his pocket, the students obvious in their continuing panic. “..Hahaha.” He gave a tensed laugh in response. A student swinging his hall pass while staring at his screen flinched and stumbled back down where he came from upon spotting tufts of indigo locks as soon as he turned the corner.
“I’ll get going now.” Scaramouche huffed and adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves, eyes strained on the doors that Kazuha was supposed to keep him from entering for another few minutes or so. His coworker awkwardly hesitated, looking around for any sort of reason to lengthen their conversation. “Oh, um.. Are you sure the student is in the stadium right now? They’re in the middle of a rehearsal, it would be rude to disturb them during it.” The blonde suggested after racking his brains, only to receive an eye roll back. “Talking about how you’re planning on skipping the one on one session with the teacher by sliding off to help with the drama rehearsal blatantly in that very class with your friends isn’t very helpful now, is it.” He retorted.
Five steps away. Kazuha had three options that were laid in front of him. One, pray that director Furina had finished settling the situation. Two, continue awkwardly prolonging the small talk that was very much out of character. Three, drag Scaramouche away with some convenient excuse he pulled out of his ass. Normally, the English teacher was an extremely calm individual who rarely lost his cool. But as his coworker’s had reached out to swing the doors open, his own body moved on its own records.
“Wait.”
Casting a look down at his forearm that had a gentle hand laid on it, Scaramouche expectantly turned to the other teacher for an explanation on his unusual act as of today. “..I actually had something I wanted to ask about.”ย “The halls are empty at this hour. Is it so heaven-shaking that you have to interrogate me in a private room, sir Kaedehara?”
“Do you have feelings for ms. L/n?”
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A/n im soso sorry for abandoning this for like a month and a half ๐จโ๐ฆฒ summer break starts soon for me so hopefully ill get back to regular updates
BOOTHILL FIC OUT
i have a lot on my schedule rn so sorry for the rushed chap i squeezed out from my literal asscheeks
am i writing another chap with 2 finals coming up??
im so cooked
ANYWAYS FANART
frfruzan tysm for all the memes i breathe another day for them
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