new hs history teacher(/basketball coach ofc) steve who is being shown around the school by gym teacher chrissy.
she takes him around the building to show him where the teacher's lounge is, the cafeteria, what bathrooms to avoid at all costs, and to where her office is if he ever needs anything.
"If I'm not here, I'm probably in Robbie's class over in the language department."
"Robbie?"
"Robin, my partner. She officially teaches ASL, but she likes to join in on the others' lessons whenever she has downtime."
Finally, once they've covered the whole length of the school, she brings him to his room. "So this is you, and right next door is Eddie, our Criminalistics teacher." gesturing to the still-dark window of the door directly across from his in the alcove.
There's polaroids covering nearly every inch of the outside of the door, pictures of what he can only assume are students with the same dark-haired man.
"Criminalistics?"
"It's a science elective," she explains, "It focuses on the basics of forensic science!"
"Wow that’s…really?"
She nods enthusiastically, "It’s super interesting,” she nods, moving to unlock the empty what-will-be history classroom. “Eddie’s here on even days, and in the music room on odd days for the guitar elective classes."
"Anything I should know about my wall neighbor?" he asks as she pushes the door open.
It looks like she's going to say no, but something flickers across her face and she winces minutely.
"Oh god, what is it?"
She looks at him sheepishly, "How do you feel about metal music?"
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Since his tour in mid June, Steve's completely overhauled his classroom.
The only room available to him was the one down here in the science hall, but he made do, plastering removable whiteboard contact paper to the tops of the lab tables and a little reminder at each spot for the students about his less-than-stellar hearing, to make sure they speak up when answering a question from the back of the room.
And ever since he got his room, he'd been waiting for the day he finally meets his neighbor.
He met Chrissy's Robbie the same day he had the tour, and they clicked instantly (No seriously, how did he ever function before Robin?). Chrissy had made the comment about them being platonic soulmates one night in August when they'd gone out for one too many drinks, and it's stuck ever since.
Speaking of: "What are you still doing here, dingus? It's almost five."
"Yeah, I know, I know," he says, waving her off.
Robin comes in from the hall and plops herself down on one of the table tops instead of helping him hang a map behind his desk. "You're still adding stuff to your walls?"
"Well, I haven't been here for a couple years already, Bobs," he grits out as he stretches up on his toes to hang the far corner of his map. Finally, the eyelet hooks over the many-times-painted-over hook embedded in the concrete wall. "So yes."
"Well you can finish up tomorrow, we," she emphasizes the word by dramatically waving the same sign with her hand between them, "Have a burger date to get to."
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The following day, the day before the school year officially starts, Steve arrives early to his classroom, only to find his neighbor's classroom lit up as well.
The be-polaroided door is propped open all the way, the sound of heavy drums and guitar streaming out the door along with the faint smell of moth balls and a spicy incense.
His own room forgotten, Steve steps through Mr. Munson's doorway.
Eddie is standing behind his desk at the front of the room, but hunched over it scribbling onto something.
When Steve's shoe squeaks against the tile floor, Eddie says "Hey, what do you think, identifying skeletal remains, or blood spatter first?" without looking up at him.
"Skeletons, of course." Eddie's head snaps up to look at him. His huge dark eyes are much more striking in person than in a photo. "Much more interesting, yeah?"
Eddie blinks at him. "You're not Chrissy."
"You're correct."
Eddie blinks again, "Who're you?"
"Oh, sorry, hi. I'm Steve. I'm your new neighbor." he gives the other man an awkward wave when he still doesn't move. "Sorry, should I--" he says, gesturing over his shoulder with a thumb.
"No!" Eddie interrupts, standing straight and hurrying out from around his desk.
He extends a hand and jogs lightly up to Steve. His pen is still laced into his fingers, the end of it chewed flat. "Oh shit, sorry, sorry," he tucks the pen behind his ear, "I'm Eddie. Munson."
"I know," Steve smirks, taking Eddie's hand. "I've been waiting to meet you."
"Oh have you?" he smirks.
"Yeah, Chrissy told me you're her best friend and I wanted your advice on maybe asking her out."
Eddie's face hardens immediately, the warm milk chocolate of his eyes curing into a solid dark, the easy smirk morphing into a cringe as he looks Steve up and down.
He opens his mouth to say something particularly scathing, Steve's sure, but he cuts him off before he can. "I'm kidding, man, I know she's with Robin."
His expression softens just a bit.
"Plus, she's not really my type anyway, even if I were hers."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I'm more into brunettes." Steve winks, finally releasing Eddie's hand. "I still have a bit more to get done, but I'll check in with you later?"
"Oh--yeah, for sure, I'll be here." Eddie stammers out, his cheeks tinged pink.
Steve fist pumps in his head as he heads to his door, You still got it, Harrington.
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Sometime ago you said that if shiki and showed some form of hesitation or uneasiness at geto's question then he may have had ended completely different, can you give us some snippets of how things would work between geto, satoru and shiki in case that happens?( And maybe throw in some interactions with other characters like maki and yuuta too)
“Again, Satoru? Really?”
The voice that floats out from the slightly-ajar door of the office and into the hallway is resigned and exasperated, but there’s an undertone of something helplessly fond even so. Shiki pauses in her footsteps, and nearly gets bowled over by Hakari-san for her trouble.
“What’s with that tone?” Satoru-niichan’s voice sounds cheerily in response. “C’mon, Suguru, aren’t you the one who’s always advocating for sorcerers having a stronger presence? Can’t exactly do that when we’re always short on sorcerers, can we?”
An irritated tsk. “This and that are completely separate issues, and you know it. Is this going to be a habit of yours going forward? Registering every kid who gets saddled with an execution sentence into a jujutsu student?”
“Maybe you should talk to the higher-ups about it. Tell them to stop trying to execute kids, y’know?”
“Maybe you should be the one talking to them. Between the two of us, they’re more likely to listen to you, anyways.”
“But the higher-ups hate me!” Satoru-niichan whines. “And c’mon, you have a great track record with this. Just look at Mimiko and Nanako! Yuta, too! They’re all your handiwork!”
“Okay, first: Mimiko and Nanako were only loosely labeled as curse users, they never committed any serious offenses and never had an execution order hanging over their heads,” his friend responds, unimpressed. “Secondly, Okkotsu Yuta was… an exceptional case. And besides, the main issue with Okkotsu was Rika’s uncontrollability, which my cursed technique is a perfect counter for in the worst case scenario.”
A dramatic sigh. “But you’re so good with all our kids! It’s always ‘Geto-sensei’ this and ‘Geto-sensei’ that, because you’re so reliable and dependable-”
“Butter me up all you want, but I'm not doing Itadori Yuji’s paperwork for you.”
“B-but this is the perfect chance for you to earn extra points with your future student!”
“He’ll be your student first; you’re the one teaching the first years,” Geto-sensei says mercilessly. “It’ll be another two years before he’ll be my problem. And speaking of my students…”
A slight pause. Geto-sensei had deliberately raised his voice towards the end, so that meant-
Shiki wordlessly holds out her hand, and catches the small mouse-like curse that drops down from the ceiling, chittering.
“Gojo Shiki, Hakari Kinji. Had enough fun eavesdropping on your teachers yet?”
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It's a well known fact that nakahara chuuya is cursed.
All those who confessed to him since kindergarten were struck by bad luck.
But still peoples keep confessing to him, hoping to be the one to break the curse.
It's even worse on Valentine day and white day when a yearly food infections and others misfortunes touch the peoples foolish enough to confess to him.
From early childhood to adulthood they're will always be peoples falling for the redhead.
The redheaded teacher was pretty, friendly, caring and hardworking with a bright smile ( his only major flaw being his behavior around one dazai osamu) , it's easy to fall for him even knowing the risk .
And they tried getting rid of the curse but even exorcism didn't work some peoples like ranpo sensei would say that the curse coincided with the time that he knew dazai sensei.
And some peoples led by dazai sensei would say that chuuya sensei belonged to dazai and should not receive confession while the latter remain blissfully oblivious.
( as for the curse it's also called dazai osamu who put his claim on chuuya's being his dog/boyfriend since kindergarten and is really petty about those who dare to go against that).
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