➜ " 𝐍 𝐎 𝐓 𝐄 𝐒 " 𝐑. 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞

{~ chapter 08~}

"Whiteboard marker. Mine went out."

"Sure. Grab one by the board."

Surprised by by usefulness (for once), the teacher walked over to the smooth white surface on the wall. He almost coiled in disgust at all the colourful dry erase inks he never knew even exsisted. Bright neon pink, azure blue, orange, yellow-green, gold, list all the ones not one third of the population had seen in their life and it's there. Grabbing the only black one available, the Raiden walked back to his class. He questioned the functions of her eyesight after being exposed to only so much colours in a single day. His eyes already hurt from the trash that woman scattered around his room.

"So, what's your plan for today?"

Scaramouche was milliseconds away from throwing whatever in his hands to the owner of the voice. Y/n only grinned cheekily, sitting in one of the desks by the front row.

"...Get out."

As if not hearing him, she tilted her head and leaned back on the table. "Hm, nice! Oh- wana hear about this shrine my students made in the class?"

Like that, she babbled on about pointless matters as the other teacher prepared for his class. About how cold it was today, that her favorite drink was out in the vending machine, explaining each story behind the decorations in her room, the conversation could go for an eternity if she so wished. His ears felt like exploding and bleeding into a million pieces from the amount of chatters he was forced to listen to right by his side. That was likely more than the most someone had ever spoken to him in a month's worth of conversations.

Kunikuzushi told himself that he wasn't interested in her one-sided conversation. He simply had no choice but to listen to sound waves that came into his ears without consent. And he also had no control over his mouth replying with snarky comments over all your tales, despite "ignoring" her. This person never seemed to run out of topics to talk about to the point it was almost concerning.

Strangely enough, despite the annoyance he told himself he felt, the room didn't feel so cold anymore.

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"Do you think mr. Raiden is dying and is trying to be nice to the people around him..?"

"Maybe he won the lottery?"

"I'd rather go through a lecture than see happy mr. Raiden... Soemthing feels so off."

To say that everybody was horrified would be an understandment. Not once since the class start mr. Raiden yell at them once. On top of that, he didn't have a scowl on his face with the aura that screamed "don't come near me." Instead, he had a neautral expression and was typing away at his computer. It was an assignment work block since the teacher had spent the last week or so solely on teaching lessons instead of giving class work time.

The dreadful period that was even quieter than usual passed with the bell ringing like a savior. Everyone streamed out of the room one by one in their assigned orders in silence.

Y/n watched with confusion as the students in mr. Raiden's class come out with pale faces and shut mouths. Did they go through a lecture? Maybe he was in a bad mood because of her pestering earlier...

"Hey hey! Why is everyone so down?" She called out with a wave. Multiple waves and responses came came back, a few even crowded around the teacher to explain what they just went through.