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“Hello, Mother…” The two men, and Giyuu, all spoke in unison to the figure. She stepped into the light, revealing herself.
She had long brown, bordering on black, hair, the strands gently curled into perfect ringlets framing her face. She had pale white skin, unmarked beside one long scar curling around her collarbone and ending just under her right eye. She was clothed in a long black dress, embroidered with designs of glass vials, white skulls, and bedazzled with pearls. Around her waist sat a deep, blood red corset. She wore a spiderweb veil and she curled her lips into a maternal smile.
“Hello, my dears” She said softly, her voice a haunting melody, “How are thou fairing?”
Sanemi glanced to the side to see Obanai looking down, like always whenever Mother showed up. Giyuu just blinked at her with a blank expression.
“Fine,” Sanemi grumbled
Mother smiled, a crow landing on her shoulder, “No major injuries?” She asked, and without waiting for an answer, “How did the assignment go?”
“It went fine. We got rid of the target and the helicopter,” Giyuu said, glancing away from her to Sanemi’s face before deciding against it and looking at his feet. Sanemi glared at him before refocusing his attention on Mother.
“I’m glad to hear, you three always do so well on missions together,” She smiled as the crow cawed and held out his leg, proudly showing off a note attached.
When nobody made a move to take the note, the crow flew up and landed on Sanemi’s shoulder, nipping his ear and cawing until he took off the note.
“Damn bird…” Sanemi muttered, untying the note and reading aloud,
My dear children, congratulations on your successful mission. Mother and I are so very proud of you three. Your next mission won’t be for a while, just to give you time to rest and recover. For now, finish your reports, don’t get caught and most importantly, we want you to hangout with your fellow teachers, but also with each other. You cannot become the best if you don’t also know the others best. In a week, a teacher’s retreat will be announced over the next break. Mother and I expect you all to say yes. Enjoy!
Yours truly,
Father
Sanemi finished and looked up, noticing two things. One: Giyuu and Obanai had started reading over his shoulder, two: Mother had disappeared, leaving behind the crow and a single rose
“Great. Now I have to spend my break with this idiot,” Sanemi murmered to himself, glaring at Giyuu.
The crow nipped his ear again, “I don’t have any birdseed, you flying rat!” Sanemi said, waving his hand at the bird.
“Come here, Jimmy,” Giyuu said, holding out some rice grains. The crow, now named Jimmy, flew onto his hand and started to eat the rice, and a small almost unnoticeable smile appeared on Giyuu’s face.
“Jimmy? You named the fucking crow, Jimmy? What kind of name is that?” Sanemi practically snarled out, and Obanai just stared incredulously, as if he couldn’t believe his ears.
“Yeah…my nephew saw him one day and named him after a character in his block building show,” Giyuu explained, seeming unfazed and unbothered. He always seemed to have that stupid fucking face. Did that narcissistic prick always think he was better than everyone?!
Obanai scoffed before looking at the window and immediately softening. Mitsuri was slightly leaning out the window, waving to him.
As if he was in a daze—the damn fool probably was—he walked inside and headed up to the teacher’s lounge and to his (not) girlfriend.
Jimmy flew off once he finished his rice, not before pecking at Sanemi again, heading somewhere completely unknown to everyone.
Giyuu headed towards the entrance, most likely to make sure Agatsuma was on uniform duty.
Sanemi scoffed softly under his breath, “Bastard.” He walked inside and resumed his seat in the teacher’s lounge. He didn’t have a class for a bit so he had time to kill.
He inputed grades as he groaned softly to himself, stretching out his back. Koto had been begging for piggy back rides and he stayed up late grading papers. These damn kids don’t know shit; 63% of them will have to do remedial work.
Eventually, the bell rung and he went to his first period: The fuck ass first years. One of them, the boar haired kid, dug through the fucking floor because he was late. Thankfully, nobody else was late today. He got through most of the day with minimal issues. Except for a fight between the boar ass kid and some second year. Now he had to stay late for fucking detention.
He walked into the room and stifled the groan threatening to escape his throat. Tomioka was there, part of a new policy. The PTA had heard of some teacher’s punishments—He wouldn’t name names—and lost their minds. The resulting compromise was that two teachers would handle detention together.
When he heard this, he was only mildly pissed off; he had only been assigned with Kanroji, Iguro and Kocho so far, and he had knew who it was beforehand. He clearly didn’t get that luxury today.
Tomioka was sitting in a chair, reading some sports magazine. The students hadn’t arrived yet, so Sanemi picked up the list of students.
Agatsuma Zenitsu 1st year
Hamada Hiro 1st year
Hashibira Inosuke 1st year
Kamado Tanjiro 1st year
Shabana Gyutaro 3rd year
Shabana Ume 2nd year
Tadashima Keji 3rd year
Tezumi Hiroshi 2nd year
Overall, one of the worst fucking groups. The boar kid and the second year were there, so he had to make sure they weren’t near each other. He also had to distance the first years and the Shabana siblings, if they came. He hated overseeing detention.
“Oi, Tomioka!” Sanemi called out, waiting for Giyuu to look up, “I’m going to go print math remedial work. Stay here and wait for them.”
Sanemi ticked off the students who were supposed to be distanced and left the room to print the sheets. When he returned, Tomioka had not moved, but the four first years had arrived and were all sitting in different corners of the room.
He handed the papers to the students and waited for the rest to file in. Sanemi reluctantly sat down next to Tomioka with a soft grunt.
Eventually the rest of the students filed in, minus the second year Hashibira fought, Tezumi. Sanemi waited a bit longer before marking him absent and adding another detention.
He passed out the worksheets to each student.
“Alright, dipshits. You’re all in detention because your parents failed in raising you. I don’t care what you did, all I care is that you’re here now, and I have to stay late now,” Sanemi barked out, “On your desks are math remedial sheets. In the hour we’re here together, I want at least 20 questions done!”
The students groaned once they heard, yet they mostly did the work.
Not even twenty minutes passed before Sanemi heard snores coming from Hashibira. In all honesty, he didn’t care, less noise, less bullshit. Sanemi glanced at Tomioka and saw that he had put away the magazine and was now just staring.
Once the hour was up, Sanemi practically snarled for the students to leave. They all left quickly as they could, leaving Sanemi alone with Tomioka.
He picked up the sheets and was decently satisfied at what he glanced at. He turned back around to find Tomioka standing there, holding out a light green box.
“…What’s that?” Sanemi asked, suspicious.
Tomioka responded softly, “Ohagi. It’s for you.”
“Why the fuck would I want that? Who knows what the hell is in that.”
Tomioka’s face remained unchanging yet his eyes almost unnoticeably turned sadder. Sanemi ignored the nonexistent pang in his chest.
“Fine. I’ll take the damn shit. But if I get sick or something, I’m beating your fucking ass,” Sanemi all but snatched the box, peeking inside.
Tomioka’s eyes returned to his normal expression, “That went well,” Tomioka thought, smiling to himself
“Fucking weirdo” Sanemi thought as he shoved the treat into his bag.