Just one lesson || Kazuscara

Valentine's Interlude

First off! 
I am SO sorry for not coming out with a chapter for ten months. College has been super busy for me, and for the longest time I had been suffering Genshin burnout and writer's block. I originally had this slated to be out by Valentine's Day, but things came up. Hence, you have this chapter that's a week after Valentine's Day. 

Secondly! 
There are those of you who are still confused about the analogy related to the rice cooker for functions. I have a more visual slide that might help: https://www.canva.com/design/DAFtIK_PkEA/zl8JipK8y2QPsbGJFpBEwQ/view?utm_content=DAFtIK_PkEA&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link&utm_source=publishsharelink

Thirdly! 

While I've been suffering from writer's block, I've been working on my art skills instead. The picture above is drawn with a reference of a lemon meringue pie. If any of you are interested in my other works, you guys can visit my Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/imjustapasserby_/

Last but not least!
The Valentine's interlude does not follow the current chronological events. This takes place around the time Scaramouche and Kazuha are comfortably friends (but still within the same universe). I hope you all enjoy it, it's my longest chapter yet. 

Thank you all for ALL of your patience, holy shit. I'm still reading through the many, many wonderful comments on this story. Cheers to 15k WOW. 

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"Love is in the air, what a day for romantic flair!" Mr. Venti sings as he paces around the room.

Scaramouche rolls his eyes. He can most certainly count on Mr. Venti Barbatos to dedicate an entire class to some weird lovey-dovey poems.

It wasn't the worst thing. Maybe he can even sleep through the boredom.

"Well, class! In celebration of Valentine's Day, you are to write a poem to a loved one."

He groans inwardly. Any hopes of him turning off his brain for this class have been mercilessly squandered by Mr. Venti's proclamations.

If Kazuha took this class, Scaramouche was certain he'd be able to write a swoon-worthy poem with a flick of his wrist.

"...You have forty minutes to write a poem, as well as decorate your card."

He's going to need at least forty years, thank you very much.

As if on cue, the rustles and scratches begin to echo through the room, followed by a chorus of whisper-shouts.

"Yunjin! Who're you going to write to?"

"Ahem. It's a secret."

"Aww, come on! That's no fun."

"Speak for yourself, Amber. We all know who you're crushing on."

Scaramouche lays his head on his desk, cushioned by his two arms, almost as though his head is weighed down by all the Valentine's Day shenanigans.

Even Ei seems to be feeling the festive spirit. Scaramouche swore her lips curled up for a split second while the morning news broadcaster wished everyone a Happy Valentine's Day.

Then, as soon as he stepped foot on school grounds, he was met with Kaeya being bombarded with chocolate gifts, with Itto shoving a deformed box of melted friendship chocolate into his arms, and class president Kokomi urging him to enter his name into the Valentine's Day raffle. Everywhere he went he was reminded of the revolting tradition, from the crimson red bling-bling heart decor to the massive bouquets of red roses people gave to their partners.

Oh, and there was the whole rumor about Childe getting rejected after asking a guy out. As for who the guy is, no one knew.

"Fuck Valentine's Day." He groans under his breath. Clearly, it wasn't a festival meant for people without a significant other.