Chapter 10

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Getting ready for the second day of school was not as fun as you would think it would be. Being eight weeks pregnant with twins is not as fun as you would think it would be. In fact, putting those two things together could make a person go insane from the endless number of problems and issues that arise. A person could probably die from all the stress. A person...like me.

"I'm done! I've officially gone insane!" I yelled throughout the house, trying my best to get ready.

For the past thirty minutes, I have been running around getting ready for the day. I had lost track of my teaching bag, hero costume, toothbrush, hairbrush, phone, and keys. I forgot to take my vitamins, then lost track of the actual pill bottle. I slipped on the sheets that just so happened to be on the floor next to the bed from Shota throwing them off of his body angrily in the morning. All the while, this was happening while I had to use the restroom every ten minutes. EVERY TEN MINUTES.

"Why the hell can't I find my keys?!" I shouted, sifting through all of the clothes in the hamper in a rushed, angry manner.

Meanwhile, my lovely husband was sitting at the medium-sized dining table; sipping his fourth cup of coffee that morning, and looking through the news that morning on his phone. Of course, he had to be having an amazing morning today, of all days. He wasn't even trying to help me, that bastard.

"Shota!" I cried and whined from our room upstairs, knowing he could hear me as he had incredible hearing. Needless to say, my callings were still unheard.

Finally, I found them. The holy grail. My keys. I squealed lightly and jumped up and down in victory, shouting, "Aha! I found them! YE-" Before I could finish speaking, I gagged, and groaned. My body moved automatically to the bathroom, and towards the toilet, having done this many times before. My hands moved to my stomach, wrapping around them.

"This morning is going great," I said sarcastically right before dumping the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl I hovered over.

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After the fiasco of that morning, my husband and I finally got going and headed to work. Not without me giving him the whole silent treatment there. He deserved it anyway. Now, as I walked the halls of the prestigious high school alone, I was determined to have a good day. That morning would not bring me down, and I would stand tall as I am now.

My shoes clicked slightly as I made my way towards one of the many extra staff rooms. Students surrounded me, looking at my above-average height and unique hero costume. Many of them were walking with new friend groups, laughing and talking amongst themselves. I smiled slightly, looking at a few of my new students in my homeroom class joke with each other. I now taught 2-A, a class filled with new students, as my lover last year had expelled his entire class, leaving me with new faces to see.

There were only fifteen minutes until the late bell ring, and I noticed some of the first years begin to rush around, dodging all of the students as they ran towards the first-year classrooms. I shook my head at their antics, laughing quietly, and continued on my way. 

As soon as I reached the staff room, I slid open the door, looking for a certain hero. And, there he was. In all his might, or not. The man was certainly skinny in his normal form, looking like a skeleton. He had oversized clothes barely hanging onto his body and a teacup was settled in his bony hands. Saggy blonde hair and deep electric blue eyes were some of the more recognizable features he had. The man looked lost in thought at first until he heard the door slide closed, and he finally noticed me.

"Ah, Nokoribi. There you are. I am pleased you wanted to speak with me before class started." The blonde said delightedly, setting down the gray teacup onto a coffee table in front of the couch he was sitting on.

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