𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔 || Hyakkimaru

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I am a responsible student – that is according to the words of the majority of my teachers. And, with such claim, I can easily say that they're doing a terrible job at knowing their students. I wouldn't blame them though; it is hard to split your attention to fifty unique students each in four or five classes. Hell, I can't even remember the name of that one girl who dared approach my ugly best friend. In any case, I'm not the conscientious goody two-shoes they think I am. Well, if they caught me sleeping in the middle of their classes, they may change their mind. Unfortunately for them, I'm a pro at that.

Going back to the topic, the sole reason that could have led the teachers mistaking me for a responsible student was the fact that I am capable of passing homework and projects on time – well, barely. At any rate, I still give time and effort for my school work, which excludes my responsibility at student council. However, school work and house chores are two different matters.

Allow me to state that Household chores can burn in hell.

If any of you were to visit my house and survey every member of the (L/N) household, questioning how many times (L/N) (Y/N) had ever touched a single cleaning material for the past ten years of her life, you can expect a solid zero as a response. Technically though, I do remember touching a feather duster once – for practicing Wizarding Spells that is. If you were to take that into consideration, then I suppose I am not too allergic with cleaning materials.

However, it has been an unspoken oath I had taken upon stepping to kindergarten that I, (L/N) (Y/N), am never going to lay a finger on a single cleaning material for the rest of my life – sans using them for personal reasons like using them a weapon for potentially stabbing my shitty brother.

I was supposed to not break any of my delicate oaths.

Plot twist: This stupid world just made me.

"You missed a spot, princess." Hearing the officious tone from behind, I can't help but feel my blood rushing to my head as it seemed I was about to explode at any second. The things I do because of guilt. My parents should be proud of me when they see me right now. Unfortunately, they can't.

Under normal circumstances, I would have easily snapped right here and right now, probably letting out a couple of profanities slip from my lips along with both of my middle fingers raised proudly with all its glory. But, we aren't under normal circumstances after being magically transported in this place now, are we?

I had no choice but to suck it up, because, as it seemed that fate couldn't just love me enough, I could literally lose my head here. After all, the one currently bossing me around happens to be the master of that little demon spawn who almost killed me for not wanting to get hitched to him and not being a disgusting creep you may call a pedophile. Just how else am I going to not die in front of a possibly god-like ayakashi besides sucking up to them.

"I wonder just what Mizukai saw in you. I mean you are not only terrible at chores, but also quite unattractive. I might as well add that you are rather foul-mouthed, which is honestly improper for a lady." The auburn-haired male commented, shaking his head subtly from side-to-side as he releases a disapproving tut. Not long upon doing so, a chuckle escaped his lips, tugging on the chains keeping the aforementioned child bounded for... well, safety reasons. Mizukai narrows his eyes to form a sneer as the older male seemed rather unfazed, smiling idly even. "You've obviously got him smitten. You must have something wrong with your eyes, my dear servant."

You tell him.

"I believe my eyes are completely fine." Mizukai huffs as he visibly struggled with the iron chains binding him, the displeased expression in his pale visage appearing that the young boy was seconds away in headbutting the young man mocking him ever since I reached this place. "Could you get this off of me!"