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"𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫, 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞.."

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FEW MINUTES LATER, classes resumed. Seeing as you hadn't received your timetable yet, you had absolutely no clue of what your next lesson was.

All of a sudden, a blonde haired female walked in, causing all attention to go to her. She stood at the front of the class with a pale white chalk in her hand as she scanned the class.

"I was informed that there was a new student in class today, but I can't seem to find them..." she says as her beautiful blue eyes carefully scanned the class one more time.

"Over here, mother." A girl says as she raises her hand. Irina's eyes widened in pure shock, wondering how she didn't know that her own child was sitting in one of the chairs that belonged to class 3-E.

"(n-name)? Why are you here, aren't you supposed to be in class 3-A!?"

"Why are you here? Didn't you tell me that you were 'ever so bored at work as they wouldn't give you any more missions' ? Shouldn't you be at the office?" The (h/c) girl asks in a calm tone, which hid the anger she held for her lying mother.

As everyone watched the scene fold out, they all noticed one thing. They noticed how (name) barely looked the same as their current teacher, probably because of her (h/c) (h/l) hair and her (e/c) eyes. But one thing that was similar was their body figures were the same! I guess every just assumed they were siblings because they shared the same last name, but looked nothing alike.

"Listen (name), let's discuss all of this after class. I don't want to waste a lesson on a personal matter."

"Fine with me." You said as you turned your attention to your notebook, which you were doodling on.

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"(name)!"

You look up and see a sentence in Japanese written on the chalkboard.

"Yes, Irina-sensei?"

"Why don't you translate this sentence into English since you can't be asked to pay attention to my lesson?"

You sigh and get up from your seat.

"Is this really necessary?" You ask in a tired voice, already angry enough at the fact that your mother was lying to you the whole time.

She sends you a glare that basically forced you to walk up to the chalkboard and write the translation.

食べに行きませんか？それは私にあります。
How about we go and eat out? It's on me.

"Wow, smart way to propose a mother-daughter date. I accept your offer." I say smirking, knowing damn well that wasn't her intention.

An irk mark appeared on her forehead
"Just go sit down (name)" she grumbled

"Alright, alright" I take a seat and catch Karma laughing silently in his seat.

I roll my eyes and finally focus on the lesson being presented.

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edited: 12th Sept 2023