#9
(Y/n) p.o.v
Aguri Yukimura seemed genuinly happy to be able to teach this class and her motivation an compassion overshadowed the gloomy atmosphere. She was shining very brightly but somehow, everyone around her seemed faded away.
It was obvious, that my classmates wouldn't be able to relate to her at all, the result being that she would feel like she's talking to a brick wall. (Looking back at it, I think I might have been the only one who realized it right away)
I scanned her, trying to figure out why she was so excited. Was it really possible that she just loves her job as a teacher? I didn't believe that anyone could be as naive as her, it was like she had never seen the ugly sides of life. However, my opinion rapidly changed when I noticed a certain movement of her hand.
She pulled her veste (that looked even more ridiculous than her t-shirt, if that was even possible) over her arm and I could see blue spots all over her arm. If I didn't imagine it, there was some blood too. She had been hit...
I wondered what had happened to her. Her family? No that wouldn't make sense. Miss Yukimura was an adult, thereby she lived alone. Or did she? I thought about it for a bit. Wait, didn't she say that she was engaged. Was it possible that her fiance was abusing her?
That had to be it... Why would she get married to someone like that? I gave up trying to understand miss Yukimuras intentions and tried to focus on the lesson.
Later that day I heard some guys in my class talk about our new teacher. Miss Yukimura's hot, she's nice, did you know that she... and so on. On guy in particular got my attention for a bad reason. He seemed way more perverted than any of the others. It was the same guy I had to help with the snake who then proceeded to hit on me. He was saying stuff like nice boobs or her innocence turns me on.
I unintentionially had to smile at that comment. If he only knew... If she was really being abused then it's possible that she's not innocent but that her teaching job was simply one of her only joys in her life.
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(Y/n) p.o.v
I took a shortcut to my classroom on the mountain. I was already used to the strange surroundings and the ridiculous location of my class. On my way, I heard a quiet voice call out to me from behind. "(Y/n)-san!", a small boy with blue hair ran towards me. I halted to wait for him while sceptically checking the time.
I really didn't feel like being late. Then, the bluenette finally reached me. He greeted me with a hasty smile that seemed kind of uneasy. "Karmas suspension is going to end pretty soon, huh", he asked seemingly uninterested like he just asked in the spur of the moment. His eyes however, told a completly different story.
I could tell that he really wanted to know if it was true that he's going to be back soon. "Good morning to you too, Nagisa! A beautiful day out isn't it?", I said sarcastically pointing my finger at the gray sky. It looked like it was going to rain. Nagisa chuckeled and apologised:"I'm sorry (y/n)-san. Good morning!" I smiled and replied:"Sure, whatever. I think Karma's not going to be back this week but he'll be back pretty soon."
He smiled at me and acted like he didn't really care. Instead of answering he just asked me pointless questions like:"Do you know what subject we have in first period? I kind of forgot..." We just talked anout some stuff until we reached the classroom.
Outside we met Miss Yukimura, who was apparently just about to go in too. We greeted her politly and hurried to our class. The rest of the day was as boring as ever, the only thing that always changed was our teachers strange t-shirts.
Everytime I thought that she was wearing the dorkiest, most ridiculously ugly shirt in the entire universe, she tended to surprise everyone with an even dorkier, even more bizarre t-shirt than before.
Then after school, there was the moon. For one minute it was fine, the next kaboom. Permanent cresent. It was all over the news. Seriously it just exploded.
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