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Mysta Rias
“Okay, for your next homework, you’re going to work with a partner. It will be a presentation about what we just learned today,” your history teacher announced as the whole class groaned. He is a good teacher, he teaches history so well like he has been there but his homeworks are not so good. The majority of the homeworks he gives are either essays or group works. You sighed and looked out the window, waiting for further instructions. “Your partners will be random, so if you are expecting someone to be your partner, high chance they won’t be. Alright, let’s start,” your teacher picks up a folder with the attendance sheet on it.
“Tatsuki, you are with Ryugu. Violeta, you’re with Ovid. Gurin, you’re with Yamino. Lovelock….”
After a bunch of more names were called, you were finally next.
“(L/N), you are with…Rias!”
Your eyes widened and looked around the room for this “Rias” guy. You’ve heard his name and his voice a couple of times but never really knew him.
“Um, hey. (L/N), was it?”
You turned to a table behind and diagonally from you and saw him, his hand up as if he was waving at you. If you were going to be honest, completely honest, he was pretty good-looking. His somewhat messy, long-ish, light brown hair was styled back with a headband while leaving some loose, framing his handsome face. Besides his uniform, he wore a choker, a chain necklace, and a couple of earrings. He seemed like the type of person most people will label as a delinquent, but something about his aura made you think otherwise. He seemed introverted and shy yet also mature. Your eyes met with his light cyan ones, “Yes, that’s me! I’m (Y/N) (L/N),” you said, letting your hand out for him to shake, trying to be friendly. “Great! Um, I’m Mysta Rias. I’ll be your uh, partner for this homework,” he said, shaking your hand. You noticed how he had some rings on, the guy sure knows how to accessorize.
“So, let’s start brainstorming?”
“Sure.”
Ike Eveland
You pushed the library doors open. The smell of old and new books filled your nose as well as the sound of silence. “Okay, I need to look for this book…,” you walked around the library, holding onto a piece of paper with the book’s title and author. You swore you were on the right aisle, standing at the right shelf. “C’mon, c’mon, where is it?” you look to your right and saw a library aide. Based on his clothes, he was a student, like you. His hair was short and was a light greyish color that faded to blue at the tips. He wore a pair of thin-framed glasses and a light blue sweater, somewhat matching his hair. The way the light from the window hit him gave him a glow, like a halo of sorts. He almost looked like an angel from the heavens. As he was stacking books on the shelf, he quietly hummed along to whatever song he was listening to in his earbuds. You were a little hesitant to approach him as he was a bit occupied, but you needed that book as soon as possible, it was for that project you had in history. “Um, excuse me?” you asked, waving your hand a little, hoping he would maybe notice. Sadly, he didn’t as he continued to put books in their respective places. “Um, excuse me? Hello?” you called once more, moving a little closer to this bespectacled man. By the time you were already next to him, you could hear what he was listening to despite him wearing earbuds. You could hear a lot of drums, guitars, and…screaming? Your eyes widened a little in shock, he didn’t catch you as the type who listened to metal.
“Um, may I help you?”
You snapped back to reality as your and this angelic-looking library aide met eyes. “Oh! Um…I uh…you see, um…,” you suddenly forgot why you were calling his attention. You felt your entire face burn as you began to fumble on your words and fiddle your fingers, dropping the paper you had in your hands that had the book’s title and author. The library aide took notice of the paper and picked it up. “Oh, are you looking for this book?” he asked, gesturing to the piece of paper you dropped. You nodded vigorously, finally remembering your purpose of being at the library. “Alright, here ya go,” he carefully takes a book from the shelf and hands it to you. “Is this it?” he asks, you look at the book’s title and author and it was the right one.
“Yeah, thank you, um….”
“Ike. Ike Eveland. And it’s no problem, just doing my job as a library aide. And you are?”
“(Y/N) (L/N),” you replied. “Well, (Y/N) (L/N), it was nice meeting you,” he said with such a kind smile. “L-Likewise…,” you said, that dumb smile on your face not leaving any time sooner. You turned around, checked out the book, and walked out of the library, kinda hoping you would meet with him again.
Shu Yamino
You waited in the library with your notebooks, pencil case, and textbook. You stared out the window next to you to pass the time. Your math teacher said you were going to meet up with a guy named Shu Yamino. With your grades declining in math, your teacher thought he can help you. You’ve heard that name before and apparently, he is one of the smartest in his class. Naturally, you were a little intimidated. What if he was like a strict teacher who would judge you because you solve a problem differently? What if he was the kind of kid who would brag about his smarts? Your palms felt sweaty, your knees weak, and your arms heavy. Your stomach was churning from the nerves like you were going to vomit.
“Hello! Are you (Y/N)? I was told I was gonna help you out with math?”
You turn and saw someone you didn’t expect. His hair was long, black and purple wolf-cut with a part of it bleached. He carried a backpack, a couple of notebooks, and the same textbook you had. His uniform was worn neatly like a good student, but his backpack was decorated with pins and keychains. “Yeah, that would be me. You must be Shu Yamino?” you asked and he nodded, shooting you a cute v-shaped smile. “Yep. That’s me,” he said, sitting on the seat in front of you. From there you got a better look at him. His eyes were a bright purple, like amethysts. His features were sharp yet youthful. He looked mature yet also somewhat childish and innocent. He didn’t have the aura of a strict professor or a kid who would brag about their grades. “Okay, so what do you have trouble with specifically?” he asked. “Oh, um…here. I understand it and I’m following as the book says but I always get a different answer,” you said, showing him one of your notebooks, and in it was a homework you passed a few days ago and got a low grade. Next to the item you got wrong was the answer, no matter how many times you tried to solve it, you still haven’t gotten it right. He looks at your work intently before taking a pen from his backpack. He puts your notebook on the table, facing you. “Okay, so you did it right. The issue is you ended up multiplying 4 by 3 instead of cubing 4. So instead of ‘4 x 3’, it should be ‘4 x 4 x 4,’” he said, encircling that specific part. “Oh, I see, so like this?” you followed as he said and with the magic of the wondrous calculator, you got the same answer as what was written.
“EYYY! You got it!”
“Shhh! You are in a library. Observe silence, please,” the library aide appeared next from behind Shu, surprising him. “Gah! Oh, sorry,” he whispered as you giggled.
“Okay, now try solving this problem.”
“Gotcha.”
Luca Kaneshiro
“GAH! STUPID SPEAKER!” you groaned as you used all your strength to push a trolley with a speaker with a couple of homeworks on top from a classroom to the school’s music room. You would use the school elevator but luckily, it was out of service so you now had to push the cart yourself. “Why didn’t I ask any students for help? I should’ve done that! Stupid (Y/N),” you muttered to yourself as you pushed the rather heavy speaker. The music room was a couple of walks away but still really far. You decided to take a break in the hallway, no one was there so you just sat down on the floor and tried to catch your breath. “Who the hell made speakers so heavy? Having speakers that heavy should be illegal–”
“You need help there?”
You look up were greeted by a kind and good-looking man. His medium-length blonde hair was messy with a portion of it tied into a small ponytail. His eyes were a light lavender color. Despite his rough and tough physique, he had such a playful and warm aura around him. “Thanks, but I’m just taking a break. I still have to move this big guy back to the music room,” you said. “Oh, why didn’t you get help from a student?” he asked.
“Right?! I guess I’m just a little too tired to think, hehe.”
“Oh, here. Let me help you,” he lets his hand out, which you took. He carefully pulls you back up on your feet. “Thanks um…I don’t think I caught your name,” you said, blushing a little and rubbing the back of your neck. “Oh, it’s Luca,” you tilt your head a little, you swore that name sounded familiar. “Luca…have we met before?” you asked as he chuckled. “Yeah, we’re literally co-workers!” You look at him a bit dumbfounded. How are your two co-workers? Have you not noticed him before?
“Wait, Luca? As in Luca Kaneshiro?”
“Yep! That’s me!” he said, smiling brightly. That’s why he looked so familiar, he was the school’s most famous PE teacher. He was said to be really nice and funny; that’s why students love him so much. “Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t know! I’m (Y/N) (L/N). I teach music,” you say. “Ooh! Pog! I’m guessing you need to get this speaker back to the room ASAP?” he asks, looking at the trolley with the speaker. “Yeah,” you say, sighing. Just looking at the speaker made you feel exhausted. “I’ll push it for you!” he said, looking at you with that same sunny smile. There was something about him that reminded you of a golden retriever. “You don’t have to,” you insisted, you were worried he had another class. “No, it’s okay! I’ll push it, and you can carry the homework,” he said. The offer was sweet, how could you refuse? “Thanks, Kaneshiro,” you said, smiling back at him.
“No problem, (L/N). So, the music room is this way, right?”
“Yep!”
Vox Akuma
You sat at your desk, quietly grading the papers of your students. You could not help but smile to see how some of your students have improved since your last class with them. “It’s nice to see how they have gotten better. Though this one has been declining for a while now, I should talk to them–”
“Mx. (L/N)?”
“Oh! Yes, Ms. Kosaka?”
You turn around and see Nina Kosaka, one of the school’s French teachers. “I hope I’m not bothering you or anything, but could you maybe hand these documents to Mr. Akuma?” she asked, handing you a folder with a bunch of papers in it. ‘Mr. Akuma? Oh crap…is it bad that I have no idea who that is?’ you were still relatively new to the faculty, starting your first day only a few months ago as a math teacher.
“Um, Mx. (L/N)? You still with me?”
“Huh? Oh! Uh, yeah! I’ll hand these to him right away,” you said, even though you knew deep down you had no idea who that guy was or even what he looked like! Without making it seem so, you decided to ask Nina what classroom he was in. “Oh, he should be in class 3-E right now,” she said. “Thanks, Ms. Kosaka!” you walked out of the faculty room with the papers in hand to the classroom instructed. “Class 1-E…2-E…ah! There it is, Class 3-E,” you say before knocking on the door. “Oh, come in,” you hear him say before opening the door and for the first time, you finally met this Mr. Akuma. He was a lot taller than you expected. His hair was long and black with red streaks, tied into a ponytail. His eyes were golden in color and stared back right at yours. Despite his rather authoritative appearance, there was a kind and caring look in his eyes. “Mr. Akuma, Ms. Kosaka wanted me to hand these documents to you,” you said, handing him the folder. “Ah, thank you. Say, I don’t we have met before. Are you new?” he asked, taking the folder from your hands. “Yeah, hehe. I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N). I teach math,” you say, as he smiles. “Well, Vox Akuma. I teach history,” he greets, his deep voice was like music to your ears. “I see, I should head back–”
*RING!*
“There’s the bell,” the history teacher says as his students stand up and make their way out the door. “Hey, remember! Your presentation, due next week!” he announces, his students walking out as you stood there unsure if they even heard him. “ *sigh* Kids,” he sighs as you giggle. “Well, I should head to my next class. It’s nice meeting you, Mr. Akuma,” you say, smiling politely. “The pleasure was all mine. I’ll see you around then, Mx. (L/N),” he responds. You began walking to your next class, heart pounding a little.