Mommy Issues [Genshin|Mha]

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Chapter 8 | Reflexes

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/Hey silly geese so basically I'm having a really bad stomach bug and I just threw up 10 different time but this is also good! Now I have time off from school because well I threw up. Anyways so here is a chapter in writing for all you cool kids.

With love from the author<3

Ps. I'm writing this thing from the bathroom floor. So I'm sorry I prolly have bad grammar rn!!/

This has been the longest 2 hours of Wanderers life and he should know. He's over 500. Here he is sitting in a cramped desk in a room full of loud, smelly, overexcited children. Shota has been asleep for the majority of the morning in his massive yellow sleeping bag. Just looking at it burns the immortal's eyes. However he couldn't help but be envious of the sleeping teacher due to the fact he got to sleep and ignore the annoyingly chattery green hair child who was currently yapping the porcelain ear clean off of Scaramouche's face.

Now as harsh as he was sure it sounded, he did debate walking away, or maybe threatening the boy. He settled on option three.

" Shut up please. Your mouth moving is agitating me."

Izuku Midoriya blinked at the short boy. He blinked one more time after that and finally like a light bulb appearing over his head he understood that he had probably overwhelmed and agitated the purple haired child of Mr. Aizawa. He flushed immediately and a fierce pink and quickly began to ramble out apologies. In response the boy only scoffed and turned away from him. Despite the rude behavior, Deku began to see the boy in a new light. He thought he was cool.

'Maybe Kacchan' and the new child could be friends.'

He thought curiously. Which led him to begin to started vigorously writing in his notebook. Successfully leaving Scaramouche alone, and in peace.

That didn't last long however. He felt a presence behind him. He felt the air change as a hand began to move towards his back. Immediately he reached for the intruder of his space's hand. The iron grip he held it in was not to be felt by the weak. He snapped out of his subtle anger when a loud screech rang through not only his head but the classroom as well. Effectively waking Shota and drawing attention to himself.

The Anemo allogene immediately spun around with a slight look of madness in his eyes. He paused when he saw a shaking purple...ball?...haired short boy looking up at him. The boy looked as if he was seconds away from peeing himself.

Oh.

He did pee himself.

The evidence was clear with the puddle under the kid.

Immediately Scaramouche yanked his hand back in disgust as his face scrunched up, and he physically recoiled from the thing.

He heard a loud sigh behind him and was immediately consumed by a shadow peering over him. He knew immediately it was Shota, from the sigh alone he knew.

He side eyed the man while he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Mineta please go...clean yourself."

The class watched in dry, awkward silence as the boy ran out screaming and crying how he'll get 'Scarapoop'. If the small vain popping out of 'Scarapoop's' neck was anything to go by then it would be safe to say he wasn't a fan of Mineta Minoru.

With a huff Shota turned to his charge. Looking down at the fuming boy had to be one of the most comical things he had ever seen. Of course he'd never admit that.

"So why exactly... Now how exactly did you make him cry?"

Scaramouche simply shrugged and then began to check his nails while he casually replied.

"Well, I grabbed his hand before he could touch me. He came up behind like a fool with the intention to scare me I believe."

He continued to look over his nails like a cat checking their claws. Shota was beginning to believe this kid is more and more a cat as time goes on.

"And why exactly did you grab his wrist so harshly?"

There was silence.

"Reflexes I suppose."

"EHHH?!?!?"