3rd person POV
The professor was looking through his notes desperately, hoping that his daily lesson was in there somewhere. Some of the students started to take out their phones to wait, while Kataklysm was looking at the notes of Ami with her. Clearly, the visor was doing a huge chunk of the work, but it was fascinating to compare his own alphabet with another's one. Her notebook was adorned with cute little hand-drawn pictures, as well as little reminders on certain subjects.
Kataklysm sensed some gazes on him, and he hoped that none of them were taking photos or videos of him. They wouldn't dare, would they ? But deep inside him, if he had a phone himself, he couldn't resist to take a few photos, just because he could. Unfortunately, he left his laptop on his work table, back in his apartment. It could've been useful to bring some of his work with him...
On the bright side, he still got his backpack. It wasn't much, but it did contain precious things at the bottom of it. Buried beneath hundreds of pages, half of which were filled, a small diary with entries from long ago and a sealed letter bearing a name forgotten in the hearts of many lay warm under the layers of the notebooks...
Kataklysm shook his head and blinked a few times. Now was not the time to daydream into his past ! He needed to stay focused on the present. Not easy to face this reality with being the principal topic of discussion, but he had no choice. He needed to get himself more comfortable, to get more at ease. The only snag was how to do it...
-Alright class, said the teacher, we have somewhat of a... situation here. I can't find my notes in these hodgepodges of papers, so I'll continue the pre-Teorian era from memory.
He turned around and took the black marker in his hand. But instead of writing on the board, he started to talk slowly in a vacuum.
-I remember the subject... I remember... I don't remember at all, dammit...
Some students let out a few groans, while others were secretly enthusiastic to have a free class. But after a few seconds, the professor turned around and spoke to the human.
-Hey, thingy!
-Kataklysm, he replied icily.
-Yeah, Kataklysm, whatever. Come over here.
-... Why.
-Because I have a task for you.
Kataklysm sighed and got up from his chair. He didn't like the way things were going, and he hoped that he wasn't gonna use him as a way to save himself from the laughs of the students. On the stage, they looked at each other face to face.
With a flick of his wrist, he sent the marker at full speed toward Kataklysm. The black pen struck his chest and landed in his hands. He only had the time to catch it before the teacher made his announcement to the class.
-Alright kids, since I can't find my notes, I'll report the lesson for tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll also reschedule the test for the following week. As for today...
He turned around and gestured to Kataklysm. The students gasped when they realized what he was gonna do.
-You're going to take my part for the rest of the class. Present what you want, as long as it's ''appropriate'' or whatever are the school's guidelines.
-Qui-quoi !? (-Who-What !?) You want ME to teach !? B-but I'm not prepared for that, and you expect me to shine ? Do you even believe I can do it?
The professor didn't respond. Instead, he gave a small grin that seemed to say to him *Prove me right*. And without adding anything, he made his way to his desk and watched with the rest of the students Kataklysm, who was still barely holding the pen.
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Broken, yet still robust (Gwain Saga X OC) -ONGOING-
FantasyIt's the story of a student who is devastated by the disappearance of his adopted sister. As if by twist of fate, his university career is wiped away from his life, to be replaced by another kind of career. The kind that will shape his perception of...
