~ Assorted Characters Oneshots ~

[ 8 ] - Lost ~ Mishima Kazumi x Reader (Platonic)

     Frosty wind swirled around the school campus. Students wander the hallways in search of their classes. Already familiar with the teachers and peers. However for me, I'm a transfer student.  It's been several months in the semester and I finally managed to register into this private school.
     As happy as I am about it, I didn't account for how difficult it'll be on the first day. All eyes will be on me. Word will spread about the newcomer and it'll stay like that for weeks end. I don't think I'll be prepared for that...

     'This must be it...' Of course, I knew what the school looked like but up close, it was quite vast. Anybody can get lost in there without guidance.
     It was still pretty early in the morning and only a hand full of students have made their way through the gates. Trembling, I walk along the path.
     'Might as well get a head start, right?' I pull out a slip of paper from my front pocket.
     It had my name, grade, and assigned classes. Sighing to myself, I could only hope this day goes by with no trouble. Well, I'll just have to see...

     DING~! DING~~! The school bell rung harmoniously, alerting the students to get to their classes. Leaving me in the dust. Pushing my way through the sea of students, I couldn't get a clear view of the floor. Once some students made their way through opened doors, I was left out there. Wandering the halls with a confused expression.
     'Was it this way..? No, I just came from there...Agh! Why must it be so large here...?' Looking around towards other students, they either turn their head at the other direction or pretend I didn't exist.
     Of course, who would want to help the new kid? Feeling my stomach bubble up, I was growing more and more anxious.
     'I won't make it in time...!' I scattered to whatever direction.
     Rushing through the halls, my shoes clacked against the stone floors. Click, clack, click, clack, they went. My head buried in the sheet of paper as I scanned the door numbers. Each plate didn't match my schedule.
     "4B..? No..! 2A..? No..—OOMPH!" Clashing into someone's chest, I fall backwards. The paper flew in the wind, gliding in the air. With a sharp crinkle, the paper stopped.
     Rubbing my back slightly, I looked upwards to see a tall man with a dashing suit. He held my paper with ease and grinned down towards me.
     "In a hurry, aren't you..? Mwaha..." His laugh sent chills my spine. Is this a teacher..?
     "Oh! Y-Yes, I am! I'll be n-needing that now..." I lend my hand out to retrieve the paper.
     He fixates on me for a second before grinning once more. He takes a gander at my paper. He rubs his chin with his left hand as he reads through my classes.
     "If I do believe so, you're lost, right? Perhaps new..?" Right on the mark.
     I tucked my hair behind my ear as I looked the other way, embarrassed. He simply chuckles, looking like he read my mind.
     "Well, it isn't far from here. I'll notify your first teacher that you were simply lost. Don't want you to get in trouble on your first day...Mwahaha.." Are you being sarcastic?
     I nod as he points in the direction of my class, as well as my other classes. Without looking him in the eye, I scuttle away from him. Before I could go dashing off to my class, he calls out to me.
     "My name is Professor Mishima. My class is down the hall if you ever need to hear the directions again! Or if you need anything...maha.." Through his circular glasses, what shined through was his brown fluttering eyes. Despite his odd behavior, he was quite friendly for our first encounter.
As he turns his heel and walks the other way, I mumble out a quiet 'Thanks..' before leaving the vicinity.
'I wonder if I can switch my classes...?'

Bonus:
Second year of High School....

     Before I knew it, I grew out of my shell. I was accompanied by several friends who I had classes with last year.  
     One of them was Nao Egokoro. A shy yet bubbly girl who had bright pink hair. She was kind enough to show me around the campus last year. I got used to the surroundings quite quickly. It felt almost like yesterday when I first arrived here...
     "Oh oh! Have you met my art teacher yet?" She bounced happily. I chuckled at her excitement.
     "Uhm...who was it again? Was it Ms. Akari..?" I took a shot in the dark. She pouted in response.
     "Have you not been listening to all my stories..?" She laughed towards the end.
     "N-No, I have! I just have bad memory...!" I wave my hands frantically. She nods as we arrived at a familiar looking hallway.
"Well, we're going to see him now!" Pressing her small hands against the door, the door opened gently.
What appeared in front of us was a tall suited man, holding a paint brush with ease.
'Oh...it's him..?' I thought to myself as Nao jumped towards the man.
"Miss Nao! What brings you here..?" He says in a endearing tone.
Not long after, his eyes glance up towards me. It felt like our first encounter was replaying in my head. I stiffen up as he walks towards me.
"You haven't gotten lost this past year now..?" He bluntly states.
My face coats itself in a pink veil as I shout with embarrassment.
"I-I was new, okay?! What did you expect..!?" I stuttered out, gripping my fists.
Nao looks over to us with confused eyes. She tilts her head as she interchanges her glances between us.
"You guys met before..? Hey [Y/N], I thought you said you have a bad memory..!" She tugs at my sleeves as I look over to her.
"I didn't remember his name, Nao. His name..." I emphasized it more clearly for her. She settles down for a bit as we walk over to his table.
"Well, it's Professor Mishima. Pleasure to meet you again...[Y/N]..Mwahaha.." He giggles as he picks up his tainted brush.
"Nice to see you again too...Professor Mishima." Finally got to see him again, huh..

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Word Count: 1062 Words
Author's Note:

😳👉🏻👈🏻 I-I wish I had a teacher like Mishima — BRO HES SO UNDERRATED ANYWAYS,,, I'm on Mishima brainrot right now...

I've managed to write two full fanfictions in the span of 2 days....EVEN 1 DAY WAS SURPRISING! I take weeks or months to finish one fanfiction. Damn..Mishima got me on some shit

🛑 But anyways, I hope you enjoyed my messy oneshots and I hope you have a wonderful day! 🛑

- Leaf 🪴