"I know that you're unstable."
The wind blew his luscious black locks back, revealing his black orbs that were locked to my lips.
"But I just can't help myself..."
He gently tilted my chin up and leaned in, sealing our lips together.
"I love you...
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His pinky stuck out as he took a tiny sip of his tea out of his clean, white teacup. Resting in front of me was the principal of the infamous UA high school. Which coincidentally was also the one who offered this job to me. He hummed, feeling quite delighted after finishing his morning tea. Placing the white teacup down, he intertwined his hands together.
The bear, mouse, or whatever, stared at me with interest and curiosity in his eyes. I sat there awkwardly, trying to meet his eyes without getting nervous. I facepalmed internally. Why do I have social anxiety again? He nodded before jumping off his chair, which was unusually high. I mean, taking into consideration of his height, I guess it not too abnormal.
The white-coated mammal examined me. His eyes moved up and down my figure. Sweating, I held my breath, hoping that I made at least a good impression. When he met my face, he smiled and quietly pulled out something from his coat. Walking up to me, he held out a piece of paper. I bent down and politely took it out of his hands with a bow.
"Miss Shinsou. The paper in your hands is your schedule that I, the school's director had planned it out for you. Unfortunately, we certainly don't have any subjects that you could be teaching. I originally thought that you could work alongside Mic, so you could teach the kids English. But, I noticed that class 1A needs a bit of assistant. So, if you won't mind. You'll be working with Eraserhead for a few months, until I can see improvement in the aspiring heroes."
"Not at all, principal Nezu."
He smiled and went up on his tippy toes with his hand out. I returned his kind smile, shaking his tiny paws. Quickly excusing myself, I paddled out of his organized office with another bow. He waved as he watched me exit the room, busying himself with another cup of tea.
I slowly closed the door. As soon as I heard a click, I sighed in relief. Wiping away the sweat on my forehead, I took a deep breath. Still utterly shocked that I got accepted to be a teacher. Pushing myself off the big wooden door, I walked down the empty hallways.
Attempting to navigate my way around the school, cruising down a few more sets of stairs. Exploring a few floors and trying to remember every single detail of the building. I finally found the teacher's lounge. I scratched the back of my head. My nerves were acting up again.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I reached for the doorknob. My heart was in my mouth. I could feel the beating of sweat wield up on my forehead. Turning it, I took a long, exaggerated breath and pushed the door open. With a creak, the door slide open smoothly. I could feel all eyes on me.
Minding my own business. I tried to contain the fear bubbling inside of me and walked into the room. Examining the room, there was nothing special about it. It looks to be around average for a lounge, quite similar to the ones I have in my agency. Which was rather disappointing, to say the least.
My violet hues trailed from the coffee machine to the mini-fridge in the corner. Then to the clock and the two adults talking away on the couch. Ignoring the two pro heroes, I noticed I haven't moved from my spot since I had opened the door. I was about to get myself a cup of coffee to calm my nerves, but I was rudely interrupted by a loud blond, who launched himself onto me. Stumbling a bit, I used the wall to stabilize myself and prop us up.
