╰┈➤ "Cᴏɴɢʀᴀɢᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs! Yᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ sᴜʙsᴄʀɪʙᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀʟ ᴏғ ᴅᴀɪʟʏ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬." ⌫
𝐈 𝐍 𝐖 𝐇 𝐈 𝐂 𝐇, a primary school teacher is moved to a high school with the lack of staff. From teaching tiny five year olds to dealing with young ad...
Room trashing and overpriced figurines ft. calculus demon
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" 단 한 번에 달빛을 내 눈에 담았어 "
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The bell rung throughout the many branches of hallways in the building. Students flooded the lockers and pushed through to their destinations. Lockers slamming shut echoed for the next few minutes. Shoes squeaked against the floor as everyone squeezed past one another to get to the first classes of their day.
Amongst students in Inazuma department, there were a select few who had a terrified expression on their faces and practically flew over everyone else — heading towards the same destination by the end of the hallway that felt like miles with the ticking clock. Surprisingly, most willingly nudged out of their ways.
In front of one of the doors stood a indigo haired figure with crossed arms and a pant-pissing expression.
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"Good morning everyone! My name is ms. L/n, the new visual arts teacher of Inazuma, Liyue, and Sumeru department. This is my first day, so I hope I get to know everyone." Placing her hand on her hips loosely, the h/c hair coloured teacher grinned. Her name written in bubbly letters on the whiteboard, adding even more colour to the room already bursting with hues.
"It's actually my first time teaching high schoolers, so I'm pretty excited. Any questions for me?" She leaned against the board behind her figure. A tall student with white hair and red eyes with orangish hues raised his hand.
"Ms! Are you singl- OW!" The green haired girl in a ponytail beside him pulled on her seat mate's ear before dragging him back down to his chair. "Apologies about Itto. I'm sure he's just joking around. Right?" An imaginary irk mark formed on her forehead as she roughly let go of the boy, who flailed and nearly fell off. A nervous chuckle left the teacher's lips at the scene.
"Ahaha.. Of course!" He nervously responded while rubbing the back of his nape.
She sweatdropped, but was glad to see that the whole class had burst out laughing. Just the average class clown.
They weren't as rowdy as she was expecting. Probably due to the fact it was an art class where either degenerates or easy course fishers gathered up. However, there was one factor that took the attention of the teacher. Every time their volume would begin to go up, they ushered each other back to barely above a whisper. Don't get this wrong, she was rather impressed by their mindfulness teenagers their age usually was devoid of, knowing that this was very much above average for a class full of puberty hit creatures.
By no means did she want to compare them with animals. But the sight reminded her of a wildlife documentary of a cluster of prey animals holding their breaths in at the presence of an apex predator nearby....?
