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He never meant to. He had vowed to be better. He wanted to be someone that his mum would be proud of. He had progressed so far already, yet the quiet tensity that radiated through the detention classroom felt like he was back where he started.
The fight was over something silly, some conversation about the two cars soldiers that he got angry at. It wasn’t like he wanted to get overly irritated about a snarky comment or two.
A clock ticked somewhere in the classroom. He hadn’t even realised there was a clock in there. The teacher had left. It was just him. Technically there was nothing stopping him from just leaving. He wouldn’t though, mistakes teach you and staying in detention was fixing his mistake. Somehow.
He was pretty sure detention was meant to be to reflect on your mistakes or maybe holding it during free time as an initiative to stop people from doing it again to prevent loosing more free time. No one really explained it to him. Either way it didn’t seem so effective. There was probably other ways to instruct rules into people, not that he could come up with any examples himself.
The ticking of the clock felt more and more daunting as the silence stretched on, the anticipation in the room growing thicker. Perhaps if he wasn’t such a little shit as a kid he would let end up in detention as much.
He slumped down in his chair, laying his head across the desk, the chill cooling his face. It sure was lonely without Ace receiving a matching punishment.
A sigh was drawn out as the door swung open, their eyes catching Deuce sat at one of the desks. His heels clicked against the wooden floor as he walked closer to the desk, sitting down on a chair beside him.
To him, this was strange from a teachers as uptight as Crewel, or at least how he projected himself. Deuce wouldn’t have expected him to be someone to attach himself to kids he constantly referred to as dogs, more likely assumed him to continue down the classroom to the desk at the front, supervising what left of the detention there was. Instead, he briefly looked around the classroom and spoke up.
“Pup. I’ve seen you in this room after classes too many times to count on one hand, and as much as you and the other one protest that it wasn’t your fault, you still end up here. Care to explain why this time?”
Deuce sat up in his seat from where he had slumped onto the desk, straightening out his uniform. He mumbled, looking away from the teachers gaze. “Professor.. do you think there’s hope for me?”
“Eh?”
At this, he looked up at Crewel, who wore a mixture of a confused and an exasperated look on his face.
“Whatever are you on about, pup? You may not have the highest grades but dare I say you definitely have the most improvement. Sure you get into fights more often than not but at least you’re not like other students I will name like Ace who slack off or Grim who tries to the ingredients on the daily. You’re not a bad dog, you just don’t know why you bite.”
As he finished talking, the clock lightly chimed, signing off the end of the detention. The expression deuce wore had faded from the distressed one to basically beaming. Crewel barely blinked and the other was wrapped around him, latching onto him tightly. He awkwardly let go, grabbing his bag from beside his seat.
“Thank you, Sir!!” Somehow he managed to
radiate even brighter, quickly bowing and shooting out of the door, a grin adorned on his face.
Crewel sighed once more, standing up and making his way to the desk. Pups..