Shuu X Reader Snow White Queen (Part 1)

The loud clicking sound of your heels on the hard floors of the hallway echoed through the building. Signs written in kanji were plastered on doors and walls, indicating numbers, upcoming events, and the occasional typical cheesy slogan that seemed to be ever present at any school, no matter the country. It seemed a mystery why they bothered with such things. It wasn't as if the positive and persuasive words had any affect on the real trouble makers of the bunch.

Your eyes scanned the room numbers, looking for the one you were supposed to arrive at, 112. Placing the numbers to fit the foreign script was no problem for your brain to handle. After all, you wouldn't have been much of a foreign language teacher if you couldn't speak the language you'd be translating from.

Arriving at your door, you pulled the key that you'd received from the office from around your neck and inserted it into the lock. The emptiness of the dark room greeted you as you reached for the wall and flipped the switch. The illumination took no getting used to since the hallways of St. Pigeonations were always fairly bright anyway and the transition hadn't taken very long at all.

The key was placed on your desk along with the others, which were connected to the clip that went around your neck. The clip itself was decorated with the Vocaloid symbol and small images of Hatsune Miku. You weren't certain what the kids at this highschool were into, but you were determined to find out and try to be the coolest teacher you could possibly be. Such a thing stemmed from the memories of some of the more lifeless professors you'd had during your highschool experience.

The room full of teenagers wasn't set to arrive for another half an hour. You had no first or third period, only a second and a fourth. It worked out well since the absence of the first gave you more time to prepare.

You set your bag on your desk chair and put your supplies on the desk and into the drawers. You had a stack of papers that you were supposed to hand out to the students to have signed since it was the first week of the new year. There were also some of your own, which you planned to give to them.

The task was almost completed when a sudden sound made you jump. Quickly, you regained yourself and looked up from your work to see the person who had cleared their throat. He was young, possibly only a few years older than yourself. Honestly, you were fairly surprised because, from what you'd seen of the present teachers when you'd gone to look at the school over the summer, they'd all looked older than you. However, there was always the possibility that this particular tired-looking young man had been out on an errand at the time you'd arrived.

“Good morning,” he greeted you in the kind of half-awake voice that tended to indicate that one had just woken up from a pleasant nap and bowed politely, “You must be miss ________. The new English teacher from America.”

“Yes, that's me,” you replied, returning the bow.

“It's been a while since we'd had a professor from overseas,” he replied, rubbing his eyes a bit. His curly, blond hair bounced a bit as he shook the sleep out of his eyes. “Ah, my apologies for the lack of introduction! My name is Nanaki Kazuaki. I teach math in the room next to yours.”

You smiled a bit at the response. The man seemed a bit tired and absent-minded but, at least from what you were seeing of him, you had at least one other person working here with you that seemed to be sociable.

“Pleasure,” you responded, wondering if he had simply come to greet you or if he needed anything from you, “Is there anything you needed me for?”

“Hm? Not particularly,” he said, yawning slightly, “Though come to think of it, if you're done setting up and you still have time before your next period, could you do me a favor and run this to the infirmary?”

Nanaki held a folder out to you. It was obviously some of the student's medical information sheets from his homeroom. You reached out and relieved him of the folder before asking something that had popped into your mind as soon as he had asked such a favor of you. “May I ask why you don't take them there yourself?”

“Well, I would, miss ______,” he said, leaning on the door frame, “But, you see... I seem to... be a bit... zzzzzzz...”

You blinked, slightly surprised as the man leaned against your door and fell asleep. The only conclusions you could draw about him at present were that he either hadn't slept at all the previous night, or that he had a touch of narcolepsy. The latter seemed to make more sense.

Regardless, he seemed to be sleeping so well that it seemed a bit mean to wake him. You slipped past him and out the door, debating whether or not you should try to move him somewhere to lay down. Eventually, you decided against it. It would be awkward for both of you if he woke up with you trying to move him.

It wasn't as if you minded taking the sheets down to the doctor's office for him. After all, you'd finished setting up with a few minutes to spare and it beat sitting in an empty room for the remainder of the first period. The only problem was that St. Pigeonations was quite a large school. You'd been around a little to acclimate yourself with the surroundings and you remembered seeing the office at some point. You just couldn't remember where it was at the moment.

“Math, Health, Japanese,” you mumbled to yourself as you walked down the halls. The talking helped you keep on track from where you had been and where you were going.

You rounded the corner, glancing back and forth between rows of doors and looking for the proper sign. Your attention focused on the left side of the hall for a moment, it was all it took for the door in front of you on the right to open. Fortunately, these doors swung to the inside, which prevented you from being smacked in the face with the solid object.

Unfortunately, however, the person exiting the room was paying about as much attention to the people around him as you were. With a loud grunt on both parts of the collision, you and the other both went sprawling to the floor in an awkward tangle of limbs. It took a moment for you to register what had happened, and perhaps a bit longer for the man since he was also coping with hitting his head on the tile floor, whereas your head had simply hit his chest.

Your gaze drifted upwards and you found yourself staring into a pair of quite annoyed looking violet eyes. You could feel the blood rushing to your face and tinting it red, both from the embarrassment of running into him and the awkward position you were laying in.

“Ah!” you exclaimed, immediately jumping off of him and covering your mouth with one hand, “I-I'm very sorry!”

You held a hand out to the fellow on the ground to help him to his feet, which he promptly ignored and stood on his own. He brushed his white coat off and bent to retrieve his papers as well as his red-framed glasses, which had fallen from his face in the fall he'd taken.

The coat's appearance caused you to look up at the sign above the room he'd just exited. “Infirmary”. Oh wonderful, the person you were supposed to be looking for and it looked like you'd already pissed him off.

“Tell me, miss,” he said, regarding you coolly with his violet stare, “Do you take pleasure in running about and knocking people over, or is it simply some kind of accidental habit?”

“I'm sorry,” you apologized again, though not in the same sincere and embarrassed tone as before. Your lips pulled downwards into a slight frown, prompted by the rude attitude you were receiving. The conclusion forming in your head was the feeling that you had no desire to be around this man any longer than you must. As such, you held the folder out to him. “Nanaki asked me to bring this to you.”

He took the folder from you emotionlessly, turning back to his open door. Apparently, whatever business he'd had prior to this had been put on hold until he filed the papers away.

Though you weren't particularly fond of him, you peeked into the office curiously. You were uncertain what you were looking for, perhaps something to indicate why he was in such a sour mood. From where you stood, you could see nothing of the kind. Maybe he was simply one of those people who was always in a bad mood.

“What do you want?” he asked, “If you're here for a medical examination, I'm going to ask you to shut the door before any wandering eyes see fit to gawk at my place of work.”

“Well, pardon me,” you huffed, “A bit of politeness never killed anyone, you know. And I'm not here for anything. I simply came to deliver those papers.”

“Mmm, you must be the new teacher,” he mumbled, “I can tell you're American,” he gave you an annoyed look, “Very well then. Not many people are willing to pay an arm and a leg for my work, anyhow. As such, I suggest you be on your way, miss...”

“_______. ______  _______,” you informed him, “And might I inform you that trips to a school doctor aren't something that one typically charges for. Says a lot about you right there, mister,” you continued, that temper you did your best to force back rearing it's ugly head, “Just how much are you--?”

“An arm and a leg,” he cut you off, “I have no use for dramatic hyperbole, miss _____. I imagine that the sooner you learn such a thing, the better.”

An arm and a leg? Your first reaction was to be creeped out. A chill ran up your spine as he spoke so coolly and casually about such a thing and his ever-present blank stare made you feel as if your thoughts were receiving an involuntary X-ray. Such emotions were quickly followed by a twinge of annoyance. He couldn't get rid of you by being an unresponsive jackass, so now he was being a smart alek. Or at least, that was what you thought.

You were about to open your mouth for another sarcastic response, when the bell rang and cut you off. You turned to the door, that bad habit you had of holding onto grudges kicking in as you turned and looked over your shoulder. “We're not finished with this yet,” you informed him.

The man at the desk offered you a chilling, sarcastic smirk. “Oh, I think we quite are, miss ______.”

Giving a snort of disgust, you quickly made your way out the door and back to your classroom. How humiliating that you were late for your first day of teaching because of his attitude!

The first students had already taken their seats and were chattering away about various subjects. You strolled into the room and stood by your desk, taking a piece of chalk and writing your name on the board.

“Good morning, class,” you said, with your best pleasant tone in an attempt to hide the earlier annoyance, “My name is _____ _____. I'll be your English teacher this year.”

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Shuu sat at his desk in his office, scribbling away at his notes and paperwork. To be honest, the earlier confrontation had done little more than amuse him. He was quite confident that even if you were to approach him again, he could deal with you fairly easily. In more ways than one. There were certainly more ways to convince someone to shut their mouth. Violent ways, which were of no problem to the doctor. He had no problems with getting his hands dirty.

He glanced over his notes one last time, making sure there was nothing that needed to be added. Shuu tried to keep tabs on everyone at the school. Of course he did. A researcher cannot be a researcher if he doesn't know and observe his specimens. And he was quite good at knowing his specimens. His mind could gather things in mere seconds that would take others quite a time to find out.

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Age: ______

Physical information: ________________________________________

Notes: Completely infuriating.