╰┈➤ "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...
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" 괜찮아 네가 내 우주도 밝게 빛나 줘 "
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*WARNING* Mentions of self harm, burns, and hospital trauma (by the mid end of chap)
pls read at your own risk, although the mentions aren't particularily visual or long. -
Thursday flew by without much drama, and it was at last Friday beloved. And before anyone knew it, it was winter, then winter break, and finally back to school. The newer teacher could swear that her new workplace was somewhere she just walked into a week ago, yet it had already been a month.
Y/n received a pile of presents by the beginning of winter break to the point she had to move them to her car throughout the day. Many of the said gifts were more room decorations, which she had yet to find a place in her oh dear loving coworker's room.
Speaking of him, she had recently gained a new housemate. Roommate? What's the difference.
After the barging in incident, Scaramouche did it more and more throughout winter until he was practically living in her house. He slowly moved his things one by one into the guest room that was now unofficially his. But surprisingly, he's not living rent free. Scaramouche somehow found a way to pay half of the water bills and such. Should she be concerned of how easily he breached into her passwords and information?
Eh, typical mr. Raiden. He could probably find out her birth information and ip address today if he wanted.
Ei didn't make much comment about it, one would be surprised if she noticed how her son's room is practically empty right now.
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Why did it feel like she was forgetting something.. Actually, nevermind. This feeling was on a daily basis. Ignoring the feeling of a pit forming in the bottom of her stomach, Y/n sketched aimlessly on the side of her notebook page she was supposed to be organizing her class rotations in. A student that was nearby, the rainbow sun catchers on the window- anything.
There was nothing entertaining to do with the students since the project was going on. It was a chill work day, but things just felt suspiciously peaceful. She may be known as a fun teacher, but she refused to distract her students from their requird work. Looking to the calendar filled with rainbow cats, her eyes nearly bulged out of her sockets as they focused on a red star on one of the upcoming dates.
