Lesson Learned

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"Uh, Koro-sensei eating a burrito." He held up the detailed pencil sketch.

Why a burrito?

Mitsuko frowned briefly but shook it off. "Can you draw something more...explicit?"

"Uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I mean, I've never really done—"

"Bullshit." She looked at him pointedly. "I've seen how detailed those tentacles are."

He grew flustered. "Shut up!"

Mitsuko sighed. "Listen, I just need some boobs and a pretty face," she said, ignoring the odd looks a customer gave her when he walked out. "As long as the nipples have detail, that should be enough to draw a reaction out of her."

Sugaya sank down in his seat. "Okay, you're asking for a lot here." He crossed his arms. "I don't feel comfortable sexualising women like that."

She raised an eyebrow. "I'll pay you 14,000 yen."

"Okay, so are we talking just black and white or coloured?"

***

Mitsuko tore her gaze away from her homework and groaned. "Kill me, please..." She sighed and wandered over to the fish tank. "At least if the world's destroyed then I don't have to worry about high school or college entrance exams." She gave her pets some fish flakes. "You two seriously don't know how good you have it." She poked the tank while the Tigerfish swam around obliviously.

When she collapsed back in her chair someone knocked on the door.

"Mitsuko." It was her mom.

She frowned, looking up. "Yes?"

Mom opened the door. She was wearing her glasses and had a tablet in her hand. "Why do I have a notification telling me you withdrew 14,000 yen today from your account?"

Oh, great, she's sober today...bad timing.

Mitsuko twirled her pen, leaning back in her chair. "I have that school trip coming up, I wanted to get the cash out so I don't forget."

Mom frowned, removing her glasses. "I don't like you carrying around that much cash."

"Well, most market places around there don't take card," Mitsuko replied, shrugging. "I'll be travelling with my class anyway."

Her mom's lips pursed. "That's part of the problem."

Mitsuko's gaze narrowed. "Do you seriously think my own classmates are going to rob me?"

Mom crossed her arms. "Well, from what your father's told me I wouldn't be surprised."

"Are you serious?" She scoffed, shaking her head. "Mom, I think I know my classmates better than you."

"Don't take that tone with me," her mom's voice sharpened.

Then stop being a bitch.

Mitsuko bit down on her tongue to stop herself from saying it. "I'm the Principal's daughter. They're not going to steal from me." She turned back to her homework. "Now is that everything?"

Or is everyone in this house trying to make my life suck more than it already does?

"I don't want you taking that much cash," Mom said firmly.

Mitsuko sighed in exasperation. "Okay, fine. I'll only take half." She rotated the chair towards her. "Happy?"

"Yes." Mom's expression was still tight. "But next time, don't take out that much money without asking your father or me for permission first." She rested her hand on the doorknob. "And less of the attitude."