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“‘ve seen alotta different people end up here. Perhaps you just wandered off..?” There were multiple possibilities to how he ended up here, that was only one of them. “Hmm fate? Maybe~” She gave a small smile. Was he flirting with her? It seemed like he may be. She wasn’t completely sure though. “Oh an’ ya can just call me Ruby. No need to be so formal.”
That accent of hers... it really stood out to him, in a way that he couldn't overlook. It was... cute, in its own way. But that wasn't completely how he thought of it.
♊ "That's the most likely conclusion. I'll find my way back home somehow, someday."
The intern student teacher chuckled for a moment, although nothing was genuinely funny about the statement or the situation. The way she responded told him that she recognized his approach.
♊ "Alright, Ruby. I'll remember that." Honestly though, to him the name felt bare without any honorific or title tacked onto it.
“Ah I-I was… hum…” The white haired boy started to stammering as he realized there was no possible excuse for the current situation. It seemed that the young teacher was not in the mood for letting him go so readily. Although it was odd to see him around the garden during time classes.
“Sensei, weren’t supporting Haruki-sensei’s class?”
♊ "Don't dodge my question. What I'm doing isn't your business."
His tone was harsh, having spat out the words.
♊ "No answer? So you're skipping class. I figured as much." Iku faced towards the school again, letting out a sigh of irritation. Just perfect. What a way to waste his time.
♊ "You, come with me."
He need to stay back to finished his homework as usual, before he gets home. He pack all the things in his beg and walked out through the door. The silent keep him calm and feel a bit chilly in the hallway. Looking in each class while walking slowly just usual habits that people used to. Peeking every class and he realized someone who still working on the paper. He stop, and try to approached him. Seems like just him and Mizushima-sensei on the level. He seems calm and never express his emotion and get stress so easily with bunch of works.
Then he answer, he just give a slight smile and reply. “I need to finished my homework before I get home. My apology Mizushima-sensei, I thought everyone is getting home already and I’m sorry for disturbing you.”
Mizushima only raised an eyebrow at Suzuya's reasoning, but he allowed it.
♊ "It's fine. Don't worry about it." Iku only continued to stare out the window, his expression blank and holding back.
Yes, this happened often- he had bouts of self-pity commonly now. It was pretty sad.
But honestly, he felt pretty pathetic showing that to anybody, so he figured he'd just face the window until the brunet left.
She kept silent and simply observed while he looked for something she could do. He seemed polite and nice, unlike the bad things she had heard other people say about him. She preferred to come to her own conclusions, though, and she was very curious about this man… she just needed to hide how nervous he actually made her feel.
After finishing his instructions, he showed quite the smile to her. The girl felt her body slightly stiffen. …I guess it’s safe to assume I shouldn’t be too carefree around him. She looked at the indicated cabinet and nodded. ”Understood.”
She picked up a nearby chair and positioned it at the side of his desk - sitting across him would be too unnerving. She took the files in her hands and took a quick peek at what he was currently working on before sitting down. That was… Yahisa-san, right? She was quite popular among the entire student body since she had been the first female student there. Well, she was a student of his department; shrugging that detail aside, she set off to organize the files.
“…Teachers never have it easy even when they’re still learning, don’t they?” She wanted to smack herself for asking such a dumb question but she’d rather make small talk than endure an awkward silence.
The royal-haired adult sifted through the pages in the file curiously as he occasionally scribbled words onto paperwork on the side of the folder on his desk. Of which was a complete and utter mess.
Iku didn't even feel bad that he was searching though Tsukiko's school records- he wanted to know more about her, as she'd grabbed his interest. He'd simply put the file away later. No one had to know.
Every so often, the man glanced over at the third-year female who was now positioned at his side. He could tell that she was a bit on edge and unsure, and Iku found this shamelessly amusing.
♊ "...Yes, that's true. Although he may not seem the type, Naoshi-sensei is awfully tough on me." He chuckled lightly, trying to make the girl ease up.
“Huh?”
The pause caught her attention, as she looked up towards him, surprise flitting across her face. Something seemed…off, making her narrow her eyes slightly but nonetheless, after a brief pause, she replied.
“That’s…pretty deep, you know?”
Realizing he'd probably been found out delving in his thoughts, he put on a facade for the young lady. His voice, however, was a bit more aloof.
♊ "Ah... I guess it is. But it's something to keep in mind, isn't it?"
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The girl discreetly followed his graceful movements with her eyes; he had such an elegant air about him. She soon focused back on the situation when he started talking, though.
“I have some free time so I was just going to read a little more. I’d be glad to help if it wouldn’t be a problem for you, sensei.” Her gaze fell down to his paperwork, then she remembered something and slightly bowed. ”Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m a third-year from the Cosmology department, Fuwa Akane.”
♊ "How nice to meet you, miss Akane. I appreciate your offer to help me. To properly introduce myself, I am Mizushima Iku, an intern student teacher."
Completely eliminating the purpose of his previous actions, he removed his glasses and dropped them onto a stack of paper idly. His azure eyes brushed over all of the papers on his desk. They eventually stopped upon a stack of files, student files. It was the record of every student in Naoshi's homeroom except for Yahisa Tsukiko, which was open on his desk. Naoshi had asked him to organize them, but he'd been 'busy' with other things.
♊ "Oh, I realize it may not seem like much, but can you sort these out for me? I need them all in order by name in that drawer over there."
Iku nods towards a black cabinet to his side.
♊ "And please, feel free to take a seat anywhere you'd like." He gave the girl a smoldering beam, though it was just his means of persuasion.
“I-I’m really sorry, Mizushima-sensei,” she bowed quickly. “I guess I just speak without thinking too often. Please don’t take anything I say to heart.” Tight-lipped, she exhaled, trying to not let the cold get to her as much as it could.
Now she was taking it back? His amused grin gradually faded into the same gentle face he always wore.
♊ "...Don't worry about it. Everyone has flaws to them, and only someone who can overlook those flaws can truly... live."
There was a break in his sentence, and he took the moment waiting for a response to contemplate how he fits into his own words.
The intern teacher assumed he didn't at all, and wiped it from his mind.
When you are only one half of a person…
…what is left for you…?
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Iku was exiting the empty classroom, bumping into a familiar redhead.
♊ “Tomoe Yoh… What is it?”
His head was slanted as he awaited an answer, his smile blatantly fake. Sure, he was Naoshi’s student and most likely had a reason to be there, but couldn’t he be paranoid? Besides, he didn’t take a general liking to all the attention that surrounded him and the girl known as Yahisa Tsukiko.
When you are only one half of a person…
…what is left for you…?
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Iku was still seated in the classroom, a vacant expression aimed towards the window. Of course he had work he should be doing, but right now he was too far out of it.
The student teacher happened to notice the reflection of a familiar brunet approach.
♊ "Tohzuki Suzuya? What is it? Classes are over for the day."
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“I…well, uh…”
Caught completely off-guard, she trailed off, trying to think of what to say. It seemed that he could give a new angle to anything that she said, as it were…
“I…guess you’ve never heard it said that way before…?”
His laughter settled down to a light chuckle. This was a rather amusing encounter, he couldn't take it seriously if he tried. Though, he could try. What a cute girl.
♊ "No, that's a new one. I'll have to remember that."
The girl stopped dead in her tracks the second she heard his voice. She was sure he wouldn’t bother even if he did notice her, especially because she wasn’t one of his students. Had it been too obvious she was staring at him before…? Well, she’d just excuse herself; interfering with his work was out of question. Taking a deep breath and trying to hide her nervousness, she slowly turned to face the young teacher.
“Ah, good morning, sensei. It’s nothing, I was just going to the library. If you’ll excuse me—” Wait, wasn’t she dismissing him too quickly? She didn’t want to come off as bad-mannered. “Ah— I’m sorry if I sounded rude. You seem busy, could I help with something…?”
The student teacher's eyes glimmered, and he straightened his back so he was sitting erect. Iku nudged his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose.
♊ "Ah, if you were heading to the library, I wouldn't want to disturb you... Besides, I'm not sure that any of my work would interest you. It's usually between Naoshi-sensei and I, but..."
He leaned onto his desk, gazing up into her eyes.
♊ "But you're not one of his students, so I don't see the problem."
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