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My mom died when I was born, great way to start a story huh? I guess I could crack some jokes about it, but it doesn't change my father's broken heart. Or how he killed himself 4 years later, Fatherless and Motherless, right?
Maybe I should change the subject?
My brother Oda was raised by them both, a happy alpha and alpha relationship. My mother was beautiful, with long wavy auburn hair just like 'Saku. Oda still says she was the most gentle human being to ever exist. At least, that's what I've heard since I've only met her once; the day I was born. He also said she had quite a strict attitude, often scolding 'Saku a lot during his middle school days. But, Oda said he drove them both insane when he was a young teen. So, maybe he deserved the scolding he got.
All I remember from my mother is her face, they say you forget your infant memories; but maybe I locked that it was important. She had the most gentle look in her eyes, those dark blue irises running back and forth to look at me. But, needless to say that was the last and only time I ever met her.
Now, my father is often compared to me, dark brown hair, deep amber eyes and if you met him; you would've been terrified due to intimidation. But, that man was so deeply in love with his mate, he imprinted on her the first date. All I remember of him was his gentle sad smile, I like to call it his "regret" smile. A smile that felt so forced, it was almost haunting. It always felt like he only lived on for the promise made to my mom, to stay for me and Oda. Too bad he's shit at fucking promises.
Moments before he killed himself, he told me how sorry he was, how he couldn't live without Tane. I remember the moment vividly. He handed me a phone, make sure to call the police in an hour. The handgun was on the table, when I was a kid I thought we were playing a game. He convinced me the gun would go off and we would call the police as a prank. 4 year old me really believed that lie.
When the police showed up, they kept me away from the bathroom. I kept asking where he was, and if the game was over. I sat in the police car until Oda came to the house, of course my little brain couldn't process why he was breaking down in front of me. Or why my brother was hugging me so tight.
Oda was 16 years older than me, and in school at the time, 2 years into college. I was a miracle baby, my mom was warned we could both die in the birth. She was already told after Oda, he would be her last child. But she was stubborn, one ear out the other with the doctors. So she got pregnant with little me, trying the waters with god or whatever. Too high on the pheromones to care about the repercussions, as 'Saku says.
At 4 I felt a lot of guilt depending on Oda, even though dad's life insurance fund took care of us; Oda still had to graduate as fast as possible. I tried not to be too much of a burden, helping as much as I could.
Things got better for us when 'Saku was hired at a police station. We had to sell the house and move across the country. New York to California, when I was 6. I was very behind on English, since Oda didn't have the time to teach me. It was better in San Fran, lots of Japanese people around, and teachers. I knew nothing about reading or writing English. I knew the Japanese alphabets by heart, none of the "abc" crap America had. I also hadn't gone to school yet.
I was a smart kid so it was easy to get used to English, Math, History ect. My best friend, or enemy was Kunikida, he was the only other kid that spoke Japanese. I used to make jokes in class and mess around, it annoyed the shit out of him. I think because he knew that I was extremely intelligent, but didn't do homework, and just aced my tests.
Back then, Kunikida had the ugliest bowl cut, but I feel like every Asian kid did. Except, Oda made sure I didn't get one, plus bowl cuts don't really work on wavy hair. But Kunikida's was buzzed underneath, he used to punch me for making fun of it.
By 4th grade Ranpo came into our friend group, lazy and funny. I think together we make the perfect, "Piss off Kunikida duo" truly we would get in so much trouble together. There was this one time we stole all the red and pink markers out of the Crayola boxes, and everyone was making Valentine's cards. It was fucking hilarious to see outer peers cry because there weren't any markers.
I miss those days, doing stupid shit. But the biggest mistake I made was when I was 13. My heaviest, and happiest regret I've ever had the purchase of claiming.
To tell you the whole story, I gotta go back to 6th grade, 2nd semester.
Little Dazai Osamu.
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"Kunikida you got rid of your bowl cut" I snickered.
"Shut the fuck up" He hissed back.
"Yeah he might actually get a partner" Ranpo laughed.
"Nah, with that ugly face he's not gonna get any omegas" I rolled my eyes with a smirk.
"Bold of you to assume Daz, he wouldn't be an omega" Ranpo walked into the class first.
"That is bold of me"
"Both of you, stop it!" Kunikida sighed out with a tinge of annoyance, "My parents are betas, I'm probably going to be a beta"
"You're such a pipsqueak though, so tiny n cute 'Kida, you've got to be an omega" Ranpo pet through his new haircut, "You've even got a pretty haircut to match your presenting"
"Off!" Kunikida smacked his hand away.
"Look he's reacting to our pheromones" I laughed.
"You guys don't even have those yet, dumbasses" Kunikida snapped back.
"What do you mean I totally have alpha pheromones coming at you!" I waved my arms near him, Ranpo copying me.
"I fucking hate you guys, you're so stupid" Kunikida chuckled a little, pinching his temple.
"Ranpo, Dazai, Kunikida..." The teacher raised a brow.
"What!? I wasn't doing anything!" Kunikida groaned.
"You were encouraging the behavior" She put her hands on her hips, "Now sit in your assigned seats" Her tone was sharp, and demanding.
All our seats were spread apart, all the teachers already talked crap about how all three of us together were hell on earth. It wasn't until middle school that an unknowing teacher would assign us together, hopefully, I smirked.
"Alright class, let's all start with icebreakers" Mrs. Jackson started the class.
Another kid ran into the class last minute, bright ginger hair, and blue eyes. His hair was short, along with his height. Something seemed off about him, as he sat down in his seat, the name on the placker, Chuuya.
I didn't really pay any mind, nor did I care, "Lets start with, your names, where you were born, and an unbelievable fact that is true about you" The teacher said, "Starting with, Kunikida"
"My name is Doppo Kunikida, but I like to be called Kunikida" He started, "I was born in Los Angeles, California, and I can solve any math in my head, like a calculator"
"Mmn hmm" The teacher nodded. A few more students went, then it came down to Ranpo in the middle.
"My name's Ranpo Edogawa, I was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, moved to San Francisco 3 years ago..." He paused, "I can find almost anything that's lost, I just sense it" He shrugged.
More peers went as I grabbed out a notebook, I knew Mrs. Jackson would give us a lot of homework. She was known for that, plus, I actually had to do it because 50% of my grade was homework.
"えっと... My name is Chuuya Nakahara... Born in Osaka, 日本... I'm half 日本人..." Me, Ranpo, and Kunikida looked towards the kid.
"I'm sorry, Neehan gin?" The teacher tilted her head.
"Nihon jin, Mrs. Jackson!" Ranpo corrected her.
"What did he say?" A kid whispered.
"He said, he was born in Osaka, Japan, he's half Japanese" Kunikida translated.
"Yes" Chuuya mumbled, he looked so embarrassed.
"Ah, it's okay Chuuya, a big move from Japan to America must be tough, especially with two parents that only speak Japanese"
"僕のパパは英語がわかってる" Chuuya rolled his eyes, whispering under his breath.
I snickered a little, at the comment, "What's so funny Osamu?" The teacher raised her eyebrow.
"He's not stupid, his dad speaks English, getting Nihon, and Japan mixed up is common, I had trouble with it" I smirked.
"Well, this is America, he'll have to adjust because we speak English here" She stuck up her nose.
"Can you speak another language Mrs. Jackson?"
"No"
"Seems like Chuuya is a lot smarter than you" I cracked.
"Güera..." The Hispanic kids snickered.
"Okay Dazai, how about a pop quiz right now" She smiled.
"Sure" I shrugged.
"Tell me what an pseudonym is" She smiled.
"Author's signature name, like J.W. Griffith..." I answered.
"Jubilation"
"Great happiness"
"Demagogue"
"To lead the people" I smirked, "Mrs. Jackson, I should warn you I read dictionaries for fun" I giggled.
"How about this one, Referral"
"It means you're mad I was right" I cracked my fingers.
"Go to the office, Osamu" She handed me the yellow paper, I grabbed it gladly and walked out of the class.
This meant I had to sit until recess, which was ass. I hoped Kunikida would get the homework for me, he usually did that. I walked all the way up to the office.
"What was it this time, Dazai?" The front lady asked, "On the first day too?"
"Mrs. Jackson is racist" I mumbled.
"Racist?"
"She said to the immigrant kid, how we speak English, this is America" I rolled my eyes.
"Mmm mm, I woulda threw some hands" The office lady scoffed under her breath.
"Do I get out of detention?" I smiled, hopeful.
"No" She deadpanned.
"Aww" I turned to the empty desks.
When I went into the detention area, there sat my biggest rival. Fyodor, or Fyo as people called him, he was held back a year for wreckless behavior. "Wreckless behavior" being he stabbed a kid in the eye with a sharpened broken spork. She made it out with her eye fine, but the dude gave me crazy school-shooter feelings. He practically bullied me the first 4 years of elementary school. We've been separated ever since I threw his head into a concrete wall.
He laughed when I did it.
I sat down in the desk farthest from him, not trying to invoke anything between us. I pulled out my notebook for poems, I liked to write them when I was bored.
"Osamu"
I ignored his voice, reading my previous haikus and English poems. I felt a little paper ball hit the side of my head, and then another one. I was trying my best to ignore all of the balls landing on my fucking notebook.
"What?!" I snapped, "What could you possibly want Fyo?" I looked at him.
"Hey"
"Hey?!" I scoffed.
"What do you think you're gonna present as?" He asked, he was a year older than me.
"Beta probably"
"Oh? So confident"
"My brother is an alpha already, so that's that"
"What if you present as omega?"
"My father's side of the family is all Beta, my mother's parents were both alpha, so it's impossible" I said.
"It's too bad if you turn out beta"
"Why?"
"My pheromones are really strong, they'd effect you, but you're pre-presented, got in here for making a teacher submit" He chuckled, "I just thought it would be interesting to see you grovel"
"Where is this conversation going to?" I asked, "Even if I was alpha, I wouldn't present until middle school, or at the earliest the end of this year, we would be in separate classes" I raised a brow.
"You're right, it's too bad, you'd make a cute omega too" He snickered.
If you could see my face it was disgusted, "Cute omega" I repeated, trying not to throw up.
"Yeah, I've never had someone throw a punch back, let alone make me bleed" He smirked, "I have to say I left with a little crush on you"
"Okayy..." I looked back at my book, I definitely did not feel the same way. Plus I was only 11! Crushes were fucking weird.
"Dazai, tell me, you have any crushes?"
"No, I'm 11"
"What about Kunikida?"
"That ugly mug? No, he's my best friend" I giggled, even the thought was fucking hilarious.
"What if he was an omega?"
"Still would be my friend, I don't think of him that way" I scoffed with a little laugh.
"Ever watch porn?"
"No, I-" I got red, "I don't watch that stuff"
"Innocent, and clueless" He smiled.
"I'm going to stop this conversation" I said, looking away.
"Adult conversations make you nervous?"
I kept quiet, continuing my poems, not giving him what reaction he wanted. Of course I had come across porn once or twice, but I don't fucking watch it, religiously. This freak probably fucking did, I think he was trying to get a disgusted reaction out of me.
The time continued until it was lunch, which we all had together. I practically dashed to get out of that detention room. Something was mentally wrong with that guy.
I went behind Kunikida, grabbing him by the neck, pulling him in to ruffle his hair, "Dazai!" He groaned.
"Whassup guys"
"How was detention?" Ranpo asked.
"Fyo was in there"
"So, terrible" Ranpo chuckled.
"Something like that" We stopped in front if the bathroom, "Why are we at the restroom?"
"We're waiting for Nakahara-kun" Kunikida pushed off my arm.
"Oh, the redhead?" I raised a brow.
"Yeah, the ginger" Ranpo smiled.
"Are we?-"
"I think so, we've been a trio for far too long, gotta be the quad squad soon" Ranpo smiled.
"We have to have the interrogation first" Kunikida smiled.
"Interrogation?" Chuuya came out, our eyes meeting.
"Yeah, we're thinking of you becoming part of the trio, but you have to pass our interrogation" Ranpo smiled with a thumbs up.
"Yep, we've considered you cool enough to join us" Kunikida crossed his arms.
"Oh.." Chuuya chuckled.
"What? What's wrong?" Ranpo asked.
"I just thought..." His eyes looked around, "I wouldn't get friends in California"
"Well, don't worry about that" I mentioned, watching Ranpo walk towards the cafeteria.
"Well, let's get something to eat" Ranpo motioned me over, "Chuuya, do you have a free lunch?"
"My Nee-chan packed me a bento" He pointed to the package.
"Onee-san?" Ranpo arched a brow up.
"Oh! I meant, my mom, Nee-chan just gave it to me" Chuuya smiled.
Kunikida and Chuuya walked to find our normal table. Ranpo's mom had an important job, so he had no bentos. And, well, Oda barely knew how to cook rice, and Golden Curry, I had to teach myself to cook. Me and Ranpo both got hamburgers, and some terrible iceberg lettuce salads.
I heard from Oda the ones in Japan are much better. Or at least that's what I hope, I've only been to Japan once, since my parents passed, our family doesn’t contact often. I sat down at the table, all of us huddling in the corner.
"Let the interrogation begin" Ranpo chomped on his hamburger.
"Alright, first question, are you Japanese?" Kunikida asked.
"Uh, yeah" Chuuya gave an annoyed look.
"Second question, why do you have red hair?" Ranpo blurted.
"I-" Chuuya fumbled, "Father is Irish" He made himself smaller.
"I'm a quarter white" I said briefly.
"Wait, what?! You've been wasian this whole time?" Ranpo's hamburger fell out of his mouth.
"My grandmother was Scottish, that's why Oda has red hair and blue eyes" I shrugged.
"Whether you have white in you is irrelevant, you're Japanese, raised with the culture" Kunikida ticked his eyebrow in anger.
"But, Dazai, you didn't say anything about being w-"
"Shut it! Let's continue the conversation" Kunikida cut him off, "Okay, third question, do you like to play video games?"
"Oh, yeah, favorite is Final Fantasy" Chuuya lit up, "And Persona"
"Perfect, fourth question, are you not normal?" Kunikida asked.
"What does that mean?" Chuuya's eyebrows furrowed.
"Are you like and outcast, don't get along with other kids, ect." I translated to Japanese.
"Oh, yeah, that's why I thought I wouldn't get along with anyone" Chuuya bit on his words.
"Last question, do you like anime?" Kunikida closed the notebook.
"Uh, cho- a little" Chuuya looked scared.
"Hmm" Ranpo stroked his non-existant goatee.
"They're not actually thinking about it, you passed" I whispered in his ear.
"Oh, goodness" Chuuya breathed out.
"You ruined the suspense!" Ranpo exclaimed.
"You guys were scaring him!" I fought.
Kunikida stared at us both, sighing out, "Those two can argue for hours" He whispered to Chuuya, as me and Ranpo continued to bicker.
"Well, that's what you guys did with me!" He spat.
"Yeah cause you could handle it!"
"I cried!"
"Yeah, you were a baby-"
"I was 9!"
"Baby"
"Guys" Kunikida stated.
"You're the baby!"
"Guys" Kunikida strictly warned.
"Nu-uh I am not!"
"Guys!" Kunikida yelled.
"Yeah" We chimed.
"We have to initiate the spit seal" Kunikida smiled, spitting in his hand, as we all followed.
"Uehh" Chuuya gulped, spitting in his hand, we all shook eachother, our hands sticky with eachothers.
"And just like that, we are the quad sqaud" Kunikida brought out hand sanitizer wipes.
"Cool!" Ranpo exclaimed, all of us excited to hang out.
"Alright kids, out the cafeteria! Your 30 minutes is up, if you still have food take it outside!" The teacher yelled, Ranpo and me trashing our food.
We all headed to the playground, flipping up on the monkey bars. Helping Chuuya up to the bars to sit on top of them. I sat on the edge, looking down at the ground, Kunikida and Ranpo starting conversation with the new guy. My mind swirling with the thought of how easy it would be to land on my neck and the-
"Dazai! Stop thinking of suicide!" Ranpo joked.
Kunikida laughed, same with Chuuya, "You're right, I should stop" I joked back.
"Why did you move to America?" Ranpo asked.
"Yeah Japan sounds so much better, less idiots" Kunikida chuckled.
"Uh, my dad he... uh-" Chuuya mumbled, "He did a bad back in Japan"
"A bad?" Ranpo hooked a brow.
"He loved another woman, so my mom moved back with my grandparents"
"Oh, so he's a manwhore-" I chucked, "An unfaithful bastard"
"He's not a bastard!" Chuuya got upset.
"Why would he cheat then? He's a bastard, who didn't love his omega right" I deadpanned.
"He loves my mom!" Chuuya yelled, "He just made a mistake-"
"Oh so his dick slipped and went in another woman?" I smirked.
"Dazai!" Ranpo yelled.
"What? You shouldn't do that to your mate!"
"He just-" Chuuya started crying.
"Yeah, and your dad should have you assist his suicide but here you are defending him too!" Kunikida crossed his arms.
I gritted my teeth, "You're comparing Apples to Oranges 'Kida" I rolled my eyes, "My father needed help, he wasn't cheating on his sick wife!"
"But he shouldn't have had his pup fucking call the police while he blew his brains out!" Kunikida clenched the bars.
"My dad wasn't a bastard enough to go and cheat on his wife" I defended.
"No but he was a coward enough to join her, when he needed to care for you!"
"Coward? Do you know how much guts it takes to take your own life? Trust me, I'm a coward!" I screamed.
"Then-" Ranpo covered Kunikidas mouth.
"Don't say something you'll regret you two" Ranpo sighed, "Fuck you're dramatic"
I gritted my teeth, looking away, "My dad isn't a bastard" Chuuya said through tears.
"Sorry" I turned away.
"Kunikida, you need to not be so sensitive about this subject because your mom cheated her first year of marriage" Ranpo let go of his mouth.
"We all have our own family issues, and our own shit, throwing it in eachothers faces is stupid!" He continued.
"Sorry, Kunikida, sorry, Chuuya" I muttered, under my breath.
"Its okay" Nakahara looked away, wiping his tears, his little face wet from crying.
"Kunikida?" Ranpo warned, almost as a threat.
"Hmph!" He stuck up his nose, typical of Kunikida.
The bell obnoxiously rang, all of the kids running to the set up lines, while we all walked to them. Mrs. Johnson lined up to the line, our silence scaring her as we stood on that yellow paint.
"Alright let's get into class everyone, you're all 6th graders so let's set an example for the younger elementary students" She said as we followed into class, sitting in our seats.
The class went on, we all kept quiet and did our work to ourselves. I focused on thinking about everything, I knew where I went wrong, I apologized, but what made me react so harshly? Why did I care so much that I genuinely had harsh words with someone I barely knew?
It kind of ate at me, I was trying to pay attention to integers at the same time though. Four minus negative 6, well, that was just 10. Still, I tried to think back on it, was it a moral? Not to treat people that way? No, it wasn't one of my morals. Then it kinda hit me.
The conversation I had with Oda in 5th grade.
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"So that's how babies are made?" I looked down. Everything I had known seemed like a simple explanation compared to this.
"Yes" Oda uncomfortably pursed his lips. "I know it's a lot to process" He shifted his seating, "I wanted to talk to you about this before your school did, I feel like you're someone who learns very quickly, so letting you know more-" He sighed, "It seemed more beneficial to explain it logically to you"
"Yeah" I looked down, "So... I shouldn't take advantage of Omegas?" I stopped, "You said that earlier, what exactly does that mean?"
"Omegas, and women specifically, in society are treated differently than us" He gestured out, "A male omega will be treated better than a woman one" He looked around, "They often during heats, are very weak, and vulnerable, and Alphas... they'll take advantage of that weakness"
"How?" I asked, "I feel like you're avoiding that topic"
"You hit it right on the nose everytime kid" Oda sighed, "It's a difficult subject, sexual assault" He explained.
"So, they force them to do things?" I asked.
"Yes, the things I explained"
"But I thought that you're only supposed to do things when the other person says yes, doesn't everyone follow that? Shouldn't they feel horrible?"
"Not everyone is selfless Dazai" He held my shoulder, "People are horrible, they take advantage of those social imbalances and hurt their omegas"
"Is, sexual assault, is it the worst thing you could do?"
"Worse than murder" Oda said, "Some of the Women and Omegas I've helped on the job, they wish they were dead" He breathed out sadly, "So don't ever let your urges take over to control you, and hurt somebody"
"That's assuming I'm an alpha"
"I don't need you to present to know, it's all in your demenour and physic, so you have to promise me, like I promised our dad that you won't ever mistreat them, you won't abuse them, sexually, or emotionally" He looked in my eyes.
"I promise" I looked in his eyes.
"You have to make sure you keep them safe, Omegas, women and children" He patted my back.
"I will" I smiled slightly.
"Dad would be so proud of you kid"
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"Dazai?!" The teacher snapped, I woke up from my memory dream, looking at the board.
"Yes?"
"The answer!" She pointed to the problem.
"34"
"How did you get that answer?" She sighed, "Come up here, and write it out"
"Alright" I went up and answered very quickly, writing down everything on the board.
The teacher watched as I wrote down the explained equation. My mind boggling with the dividers as I continued. I slashed the expo marker a few more strokes until I approached the answer. Slowly I backed up, going back to my assigned seat. I sighed out as Mrs. Johnson looked over my answer.
"Good job Dazai, looks great" She continued her lesson, noting down more information and a few more problems to solve on the board.
Chuuya was called up to do a hard question, while Kunikida was flying by the problem with no issue; I watched as that little redhead clenched the Expo marker, his face becoming red with embarrassment. Kunikida looked like he was whispering something to him, as if he was telling the answer over to his ear.
“Kunikida! Let him answer the question by himself” She scolded, Kida’ walked himself back to the seat. But, Chuuya was frozen, lost in the numbers as if they were a threat, I swore maybe he was shaking.
“I..I-” He stuttered, “I don’t know” He gulped, “I don’t know any of this” He admitted, putting down the marker on the ledge of the whiteboard.
“How far do you know?” The teacher asked.
“I don’t know these…” Chuuya pointed to the negatives and positives on the board.
“Integers? Have you not been in school the whole year?” She scoffed.
“My parents are separated, and we moved 6 months ago, so no” He angrily responded, she deserved the sass after that comment.
“Oh, that would’ve been wonderful for your mother to fill in” She rolled her eyes, “You wouldn’t be in this class if that were the case…” She walked to her desk, “How are you to make up 6 months of sections” She pinched her temples.
“I… don’t know” He shook, “I can’t go back” He sighed.
“Set back on English and Math, let’s hope your science and history are up to date” She tapped on her laptop.
“I’m not stupid, I just don’t know integers, Japan is ahead of America in lessons” He sighed, “And of course I don’t know American History, but I could tell you about the Nara to the Meji period” He rolled his eyes.
“It’d be nice if your mother spoke more English to explain rather than you” She backhanded.
“Shut up” He snapped, “うらさい !” He screamed, “You’re racist, and I’m sick of it!” Chuuya stood his ground, “My mother is trying her best, she’s only been here twice! And then she has to deal with people like you when she’s trying so hard!”
“It is not my issue that we speak English here, she needs to learn if she’s going to raise her children here, obviously she’s not trying hard enough” She narrowed her eyes, and Kunikida started recording on his iPod.
“How could you say something like that!” One of the kids yelled, “Chuuya’s mom is trying her hardest!”
“Immigrants shouldn’t be in this country if they can’t speak the language we require” She laughed, “I don’t know why I’m arguing with children!” She screamed, slamming the paper on the desk. “I want everyone to shut up about this, it’s non-negotiable, all of you should love this country and be proud to be here!”
“We’re proud to be American, but not the American you want” I said, clicking my mechanical pencil.
“And what is that Dazai?”
“Your family came here not speaking English, busted their ass to make this country the way it is, don’t you think it’s insensitive to expect a traumatized, single woman omega to make up and learn a language scared and helpless?" I asked.
"She should do her duty as an omega and raise her children" Her eyebrow ticked up.
"Its the duty of an Alpha to also raise their children, they have duties as well, omegas aren't treated the same way in this society" I clicked my pencil, staring into her eyes.
"If you know so much Dazai, how about you do something with it" She narrowed her eyes.
I cultivated bullets with my stare, "No wonder your husband left, since you act like such a conniving wretch" I smirked.
"No wonder your father committed suicide, he had nothing left" She looked me up and down.
"I mean, I'm the failure, but there was no reason for my brother, so he just wanted to go…" I trailed off, "I also don't recall in his suicide letter, Dazai was a shitty kid so I offed myself" I scratched my nose, "But since you know so much, Mrs. Johnson please enlighten me where it said that-" I snickered.
"It doesn't need to"
"Did I step on your toes? Thought you'd get under my skin?" I rolled my wrist as explaining, "I'm the one that seemed to hit a nerve, you must have some guilt about how you treated your husband" I blinked nonchalantly.
"Shut up!" She slammed her ruler on the desk, "The point of this conversation is how behind Chuuya is on math-" She scoffed, "I'm over this crap in my classroom"
Some of the kids were shaking in the classroom, although I couldn't feel it; I'm sure the kids that were reacting were hormone sensitive. Brianna had presented over the winter break as Omega, she was older by birthday, and she was like a leaf. Mrs. Johnson was an Alpha, no surprise there. But the fact that she tried to intimidate me by hormone control was illegal; and could get you charged with being a registered sex offender. It was one thing for children to do it, they can't control those aspects just hitting puberty.
But an adult will do it on purpose, to control a child, or another adult. Regardless, the rest of class continued, Kunikida stopped recording, as the rest of the class just did the work they were supposed to. I debated contacting Oda, but I feel that would end in handcuffs and not really well. I stayed and thought, it'd be better to tell the principal, rather than doing the other.
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"I'm so sorry this has happened, I will do my best to not let it happen again" The principal told me, Kunikida, Brianna, and Chuuya.
"Are you going to fire her?" I asked.
"I don't think that's necessary, I think talking it out will change things" He sighed.
"As much as I believe that would change things, Brianna here could gave been forced into a heat" Kunikida pointed out.
"But she wasn't, and at least we get to work from there" He smiled.
"Brianna has every right to press charges Mr. Anders" I said.
"She does… but Mrs. Johnson has gone through a lot last semester with the divorce, I think it's best to let things flow away"
"If this happened between a boss and an omega assistant she'd be in jail" I pointed out.
"Dazai, I know you like to uphold the law, just like your brother, but sometimes people make mistakes, they do things wrong" He sighed, "Would it be better for you guys if I moved home classrooms? You'd never have to face her afterwards" He offered.
"I- I think that's best I would not like to feel that again" Brianna peeped out.
"Maybe I could do that for the people who feel uncomfortable, I think that would be best." He sighed out, "I'll transfer you guys, and Ranpo outside, it's probably good you guys stick together" He waved off.
We stood up and followed to the assistant out, I felt like it was better. Maybe things would be resolved, but I was mostly glad we were out of that teachers room. It almost felt like that would've happened anyways, I had several little fights with her last semester. Maybe it was only a matter of time before we popped.
I'd have to explain to Oda, and God, did I not want to do that. He always had his way with things, or his opinions…
And Oda didn't hear any others
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