LITTLE BIRDIE. (KazuScara)

prologue. (reupload, remade)

Teyvat High was a unique school, in both a negative and positive way. By positive, there are students possessing elemental abilities and what people wish to have, visions. Although that may seem like a good achievement, there are always some students who never even wished to receive the vision they have, and received it by a total accident. Moving on to the negative, is that, there are students who seem to use their visions to tease or mock others.

Never exceeding the limits, though. Only teasing, and mocking. There is always a delinquent that stood out when it came to the thought of teasing and mocking, Scaramouche. He was the real representative of teasing in Teyvat High. Some students who work with him always complain that he's too.. Snarky, too sassy, too bossy.. Everything! They always complained. But those complaints never really did a thing.

There was a student, the polar opposite of Scaramouche. Kaedahara Kazuha. He was polite, sure. But those who worked with him always ended up with an A+ or a B+. Depends on the subject. People moreover chose Scaramouche, though. Out of curiosity from his behavior, and, admiration for his looks. Kazuha didn't mind at all, though.

During Teyvat High's lunchtime, Scaramouche's group approached. "What?" He asked in his usual sassy tone. "We just got the idea of you making an anonymous twitter account!" One of them said, as the others nodded. "An.. Anonymous Twitter account? What makes you suddenly have the gall to tell me around? And what makes you think I'm foolish enough to do so?" Scaramouche scoffed at the thought, what exactly was the point of a social media account if it were just anonymous?

"Well, we figured that from other trends like the.. NGL trend circling around other schools, or Facebook profiles you can confess to.. You can find out what others think of each other and a few more other things!" His groupmate explained gleefully as the explanation intrigued Scaramouche. "Twitter, was it?" Scaramouche asked, smirking. "Yup!" His groupmate nodded. "What else are you just standing there for? Sit down for Archons sake." He scoffed, looking back at his food. "Right, sorry." His groupmates then sat down. As they ate, Scaramouche could not shake off the growing interest as he forced himself to eat.

Later on, in his room, his purple lamp was on, as Chase Atlantic played in the background, making a twitter account, he smirked. As the account was now made, he let out a brief sigh of relief, putting his phone down, he looked outside his window and saw the ever so beautiful moon. If he was just a kid again, he'd think the moon was following him. Obviously not, but the power of the imagination of kids..

He sighed, thinking out loud, "Should I really waste my time on this?" He mumbled to himself, hesitant to continue on the idea. "Yeah. Yeah, I should. He (the friend who recommended to make the twitter account) told me of what it can do.. So, maybe it'll be worth it." He smirked, sitting up and stretching. He pet the cat on his bed, and went downstairs to make the shittiest dinner ever. In the kitchen, he was alone. Seeing that he was alone, he went to the fridge, opening it, there lies the hello kitty gummies he purchased for himself. He was never one for sweets, or chewy stuff, but.. Those were an exception. If he were to choose upon some snacks to live with for the next years of his life, it would be black Liquorice, and those little gummies.

He knows better, so he took some extra spicy ramen out of the kitchen cupboards, the water boiling in the background as he placed in what makes the whole thing good. The social media account thingy was still in his head, so he was pretty zoned out, until the front door opened. "Oh. Cooking dinner?" His mother, Ei, asked. "Yeah." He replied to her calmly as he didn't face her. Despite their distant relationship, they still respected each other, or indulged in some.. Mother-son fun.

"Any updates on classes?" She asked him as he spoke, "Not any different, ordinary crappy day." He mumbled as his mother calmly nodded. "I see." She said, now becoming silent. The lack of topic nor conversation made their atmosphere awkward, yet comfortable.