Shota was in the teachers lounge after Homeroom Class ended. Eri was with Hizashi's English class right now. She was learning english as a second language alongside Japanese, but the plot twist was that Hizashi had the students being the ones to teach her.
With a droning sigh of gratitude for the much needed silence of no other teachers in the room, Shota took off his capture scarf and let it fall onto the couch before he started to pull back his hair from his face into a messy bun.
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Forty minutes later and he was now in the middle of going over the recent test scores busy jotting down the class averages for each grade level on his clipboard. He then looked downward over the sudden happy shrill near his feet. Oh, that's right, he's not really alone right now.
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His questioning frown instantly morphed into an amused smile as Emiko managed to pull his capture scarf off the couch and ended up wrapping herself up inside of it! Emiko covered her mouth with her little hands and giggled. Shota smirked and set his clipboard down on the coffee table and laid down on his stomach upon the floor to stare at the wiggling capture scarf bundle.
If anybody walked in now he wouldn't have bothered to acknowledge them as he rested his chin upon his folded arms. He smirked and playfully spoke. "Now I wonder where my sweet little Emiko's gone to this time? It's like she vanished? Or could it be...is she invisible?" He smirked at the not so suitable wiggling bundle and giggling laughter coming from his daughter.
If anyone said that this is what he was going to be doing at this moment in time a few years ago, he'd punch their teeth out for giving him that cruel joke over his most desired fantasy. A fantasy that often left him with mixed emotions. He sighed softly over his thoughts on fatherhood as he rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. He smiled softly and continued playing with his child.
"Oh where oh where could she have gone? Oh woe is me I fear that my poor heart cannot take the pain of her absence!" He lazily lifted an arm out towards the overly bright LED light. "I see a bright light...is this the end? Mama, Papa, is that you I hear singing with the angels?" He then did a dramatic final speech with a fake cough, "Alas oh cruel world, fate shines dimly on me for I have lost this fight! Emiko please—ahah-ahah—tell my story!" He then did an overly dramatic, fake, cartoon death gaging sound with his eyes closed, and mouth opened. "Blah..."
