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Isadora walked into the classroom to find her next class of children already waiting for her. She made her way to the middle, and put her books down on her desk. "I'm sorry for being late, I had some things to sort out."
"Alright, class. Today, I have a few simple pieces for you. Just practice, really. First one will be on page 74." Isa walks to the piano and sits down. Once everyone has their books open, she starts playing from her prints, laid in front of her.
Things are going well; all the students are working, the chatting is kept to a minimum. Yes— that is, until the noise from the neighboring classroom disrupts them.
The students giggle as they hear the next sentences through the wall. "Shut it! None of you are listening to me, are you?! You aren't learning anything, are you?! Tell me how many of you actually sit down to study?! Raise your hands!"
Isadora stops playing and crosses her arms, listening. She is visibly annoyed. Especially since her wife is the one yelling. But her ears don't get much rest, as you continue after just a moment.
"And this is exactly what I'm mad about! None of you care about my subject! You put in no time at all, no effort! You know what? Anyone who did not raise their hands, leave my classroom at once!"
Isadora's had enough. She gets up from her instrument, walks out the classroom and approaches the next one. She stops by the door and knocks loudly, before entering without waiting for a response.
"I'm sorry, love— could you please keep it down? I have a class to teach in the next room."
She walked in on the majority of the class packing up. At her arrival, the class offers a mix of greetings. You stand at the front of the class, your face flushed from yelling. You seem caught off-guard at Isa's presence, and only give a silent nod in response.
"Thank you." She walks out, and leaves the door open behind her. Once she's left, your students follow her. You take a drink from your water bottle, then turn back to the remaining few teens in your class. "Now, back to where we left off."
You sit in the teacher's lounge at lunch, when Isa sits across from you. "What was that??"
"I never had such awful students when Larissa was the principal..." You answer quietly, focused on your food.
"You didn't have to yell, though. It would've been enough to hand them a pop quiz." She reaches over and grabs your wrist.
"You know I can't stand uninterested teens. I'd rather cancel the class entirely, than to waste my time explaining to people who don't care."
"Well, still. You should know to control your volume." She shoots back.
"You're no better. You embarrassed me in front of my class. What kind of wife does that?"
"One who cares about your reputation. Now, next time you meet them, you're gonna apologize to them, got it?" Isadora searches your eyes for a sign of agreement.
"No way. That'd only make it worse." You take another bite as an excuse to avoid her gaze. She raises her eyebrows in challenge.
"Okay, fine. But you're not allowed to watch." You give in with a sigh. You can never say no to your wife.
"And maybeeee.. cozy up on the couch with me in the afternoon? To make up for the fact that you interrupted my music lesson?" Isa leans closer with a mischievous smile on her face, already knowing your answer.
You let out a deep breath and pinch the bridge of your nose. Gosh, why do you even put up with this woman? "Ugh... yes, of course."
"Great! Thank youuu!" She leans even closer and pecks your cheek, before getting up. "Gonna go buy some food, since I already ate my meal. Love you!"
"You too..."