╰┈➤ "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...
Emotional support heat pack ft. y/n's intelligence
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" Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ I ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ, ʏᴇᴀʜ "
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A small mist of air came out her mouth each time she let out a breath. It had recently snowed again lightly, but sadly not enough for a snow day.
Entering the classroom, Y/n took a moment to appreciate the decorations and drafts scattered everywhere. There were two small tents with pillows and stuffed animals in the corner of the class, which she specifically took the lights off in that area. May or may not had to use help from taller students.. But it was worth the lecture of the school renovators to see the students' reaction to the small spaces.
Grabbing a pink whiteboard marker, she began writing things for the first class. The marker was half dead due to everyone using it to doodle. Eh, there should be at least 50 more packs in the drawer. Suddenly, there was something sparkling that caught her eye on the side of the classroom. It was the place where a group of students were huddled up in the middle of class, but refused to let their said teacher see see. It was...
A mini shrine made of cardboard. That had drawings of her. With candy wrappers as offerings at the bottom.
Bursting out in laughter, she snapped pictures and posted it on her story. Multiple responses came immediately- mostly from her students. Smiling, she decided to leave the object alone in appreciation for everyone's effort into that thing.
On the other side, Scaramouche was also beginning to prepare for his own class. The decorations his coworker put up against his will were surprisingly not bothering. They weren't on places he regularly reached for or stored things in, so he left them be. Not because he or his students liked them. He just didn't feel like putting the time to clean up after her trash. Yeah, that was the case.
Updating the homework and instructions on the board, Scaramouche gained an irk mark at the ran out marker. There were no more in the small magnet basket nearby. The now useless ink was smashed into the pink trash bag that made him want to kick the thing over. As much as it hurt his pride, he had to ask the next door teacher for one. According to other students, she had packages upon packages due to letting them draw on the boards. Kunikuzushi could never understand how her teaching worked out.
Stomping out the door that had a sparkly "welcome" sign with sunflowers on it, he twisted the facing classroom entrance open. Y/n was slumped onto a desk with multiple other ones messily laid out. It seemed the young woman was previously attempting to rearrange seats. Clearing his throat, Scaramouche crossed his arms and stared into her direction. She turned her head lazily to the door. "Good morning!"
