Lesson Learned

I'm the most stable one

A/n I'm moving to a new apartment soon so things have been hectic moving since COVIDS made things a little more complicated. So delays in updates on both stories.

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Bitch-sensei had been acting strange ever since Valantine's day, it was weird, like there was this strange warm and lovey-dovey air surrounding her.

Mitsuko stared at Bitch-sensei warily when they were both hanging out in the teachers' lounge during lunch. "Okay, seriously, what's up with you?"

"Hm?" She replied with an obnoxiously happy hum. "What did you say, dear?"

Dear?!

"Did you just call me 'dear'?!" Mitsuko looked horrified, reeling back on the chair. "Did you hit your head or something?!"

Bitch-sensei chuckled. "Oh, you!" She smiled sweetly at her. "You're just too young to understand..."

"Understand what, you weirdo?!" Mitsuko exclaimed, glaring at her. "Seriously, do you need a hospital or something?"

The blond laughed again. "Not yet but who knows in nine months—"

Mitsuko got up and whacked her over the head. "Will you start making sense already?!"

"Ow!" Bitch-sensei scowled, rubbing her head. "What was that for, you little brat?!"

She sighed in relief, straightening up. "Good, now you're making sense."

The teacher glared at her. "I'm in love, you idiot!" She huffed. "Can't a woman enjoy some happiness after being properly satisfied by her man?"

Mitsuko made a gagging noise. "Oh, God..."

Bitch-sensei looked unashamed. "You'll know what it's like eventually!"

She blushed. "Shut up!" Her cheeks heated up more when she thought about the last kissing session she'd had with Rio behind the Old Campus building just before classes started.

"White day is just around the corner, right?" Bitch-sensei smiled wickedly. "That's like a second Valantines day for you Japanese?"

"Well, yeah..." Mitsuko frowned. "But we still have to think about trying to Kill Koro-sensei  so I haven't really had time to plan anything yet."

Bitch-sensei's smiled faded. "Do you kids even have a plan yet?"

"Uh..." Mitsuko grimaced. "Not really..." She sighed and rubbed the back of her head. "Honestly, since the stakes have been lowered, none of us have been thinking much about the assassination." She frowned. "I think most of us are exhausted after planning most of January and then the Entrance exams."

Bitch-sensei hummed. "That's not much time left..."

"No." She sighed, looking down. "It's not."

"Hm." Bitch-sensei stared at her thoughtfully for a moment. "Well, I'm sure you kids will think of something." She smiled slightly. "A word of warning though..."

Mitsuko looked up curiously. "Huh."

She sipped her latte and smiled slyly. "Take it from someone with experience with backstabbing, when the times comes you brats are going to have to rely on yourselves to get the job done." She rested her chin in her hand. "The Government isn't your friends...and even when the time comes, Karasuma and I won't be able to help. You kids will be on your own."

Mitsuko tensed, narrowing her eyes warily. "And is that all you can tell me?"

Bitch-sensei smirked. "Hey, I'm just in the dark as much as you kids—I'm just going on instinct." Her smirk widened. "And Karasuma has been absent a lot lately, don't you think?"