╰┈➤ "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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Albedo leaned his cheek on his left hand. He watched his companion drabble on about how she cried the first time she used oil paint because the paint wouldn't come off the brush no matter how long she washed it. It was a simple conversation, but her dramatic tone and interesting body language made her topic pretty entertaining to listen. He always admired the ability to lead a conversation at a meeting, but didn't have plans on trying it out anytime soon. Somehow... Her conversation did a dramatic turn to how a service dog in her old school ate a marker.
Y/n almost dropped her donut on multiple occasions while flailing her hands around with gestures. The pastry had been half eaten for quite some time now, as she kept on forgetting to actually eat it. Instead, the poor pastry was almost being used as a prop in her storytime.
"-and so, the kid ended up being the one who ate the marker. Not the dog." She concluded the story with a sigh at the traumatic memory during her primary teacher years. Albedo sweatdropped and chuckled. "It was holiday season, too. I heard their parents had to pay an extra three thousand mora to cut the dog's stomach opened, only to find it empty. But that turned out to be a chicken bone." "..Was the kid alright?"
The conversation carried on, mostly Y/n talking and Albedo reacting with expressions or small comments. She made sure to give breaks for him to talk if he so wanted, but the blonde seemed more content with listening. A server squealed at the cute scene and ran over to her coworkers to point out the two teachers.
It was a little dark since it was early January, but the cafe wasn't too empty. College students with eye bags deeper than pandas sulking with empty cups of coffee, teenage girls giggling with their friends, elderly couples chatting quietly near the windows. It gave off a cozy and relaxing atmosphere. The two teachers didn't seem to run out of conversation topics. (or at least, ms. L/n didn't)
"How do you like to teach?" Y/n took a long sip of her drink before tossing the question. "Reward system? Privileges?" Albedo thought for a moment before replying a little more quieter than the female. "I prefer to let my students decide on what they want to do, I usually don't really bother them with strict rules." He commented simply. The responce sounded rather straightforward. He soon began to reconsider his words, thinking it was too dry.
"Same, I like to chat with the whole class while they do their own thing. They always somehow end up in me talking about life stories.." She smiled and finally bit into the donut. "But what kid doesn't like listening to storytime from teachers?"
Albedo mentally sighed in relief that she didn't seem offended by his colourless responces or comments. He usually spent a short time having conversations with others, finding it difficult to carry out his portion of the talk. But at the end, he would feel guilty of either making an awkward atmosphere or forcing his companion to lead out the entire conversation. Words were how relationships were built, but that wasn't exactly his forte.
