Ndrv3 Oneshots(NO SMUT)

It's Tough Being A Teacher

Ships: Saimaki

TW: Race mention(skin color)

Maki's POV

I wouldn't necessarily say that I hate the school, but if I was given only a 'hate' or 'love' option for it, I'd choose hate, no doubt.

Hate's a strong word. I learned that from Shuichi a while back. Although...I suppose the usage wouldn't hurt me this one time. Sixth graders are a pain, anyways.

They're unbearably loud, and it's the first day. I can already tell that one of the boys is the reason for all the back and forth of the pointless conversation. That made me hate him already.

Using a bell that Kirumi gifted me, I grabbed the attentions of the students, as I stood up. The class was full of adolescent children who thought that they were more mature because they were in middle school now. They're about to be proven wrong.

"Hello class. My name is Ms. Harukawa, but if it's too much to say, you can always say Ms. H. I'll be your Health teacher this year, and I'll have an assistant to help as well." I gestured to the door, and Shuichi walked in, looking kind, and surprisingly enough, emo as ever.

I wrote my name on the board in red marker as Shuichi introduced himself.

"Hello. My name is Mr. Saihara, and I'll be the science teacher every week. On the schedules you'll receive later, you'll see that I have you 3 times a week, and that I split periods with Ms. Harukawa. I hope we have a nice school year together, and thank you for listening." He bowed slightly, and wrote his name on the board, before waving a goodbye, and heading off to introduce himself to another class.

The minute Shuichi left the classroom, I could already hear the class murmuring to each other about how adorable, yet hot he was. I hate this class.

I turned to them with a sharp stare, and the class quieted down. Holding a stack of papers, I handed a sheet out to each student. I had exactly 18 papers, and 18 students.

"Read the paper, and don't talk. I'll explain and answer questions after 10 minutes." I stated, going to my desk.

I sat, reading a book that I'd ask them to get by November, with no excuses. It was just to pass time, after all.

10 minutes passed, and a cute little alarm made by Angie herself rang in a light chime, signaling that 10 minutes was up.

I stood, and asked for any questions. A girl named Maya was the one I picked first.

"Excuse me, Miss! These don't make sense!" She said loudly.

Ok, I need to jot down these student's attitudes. She seems like a complete pick-me girl, yet the total opposite.

"Alright, Maya. We'll explain, just please don't ask vague questions like that." I responded.

Her ego didn't seem to falter in the slightest, so that was something I could see as good, at least.

A blonde girl raised her hand, and by her name tag, I could already tell she'd be an average, pure white American blonde girl. I already miss Miu looking at this girl, and that isn't good.

"What does rule number 4 mean?" She asked.

"It means what it says, quite literally." I said, closing the door.

"So...he's like...a pushover or something?" One of the boys offhandedly commented.

"Prolly acts like a girl." Another snickered.

Suddenly, the class was filled with the sounds of middle-schoolers, and it was an irritating thing to deal with at 8:35A.M in the morning. Americans have no shame.(Why am I'm crapping on Americans-)