“Ah, I’m sorry Ryuko-chan is causing mischief, but yes, it’s her personality, isn’t it?”
“Mmm, mmm. She’s certainly a troublemaker, that one. But she takes care of herself just fine, and as long as she doesn’t smash too many buildings, my paycheck isn’t cut, so.”
sukuyo--mankanshoku: ""Ah, aren't you Mako-chan's homeroom teacher? I hope she isn't causing troubles at school!""
“–Aah, she’s no trouble, I promise, Miss Mankanshoku. The only one causing problems would be Ryuko-kun, and, well– there isn’t much we can do about that, I suppose.”
➩ [♛] “You work hard to mask your appearance. I found it odd.” Her voice stayed emotionless, almost sounding bored of the conversation.Most models who quit would still maintain their looks unless they lay off because of they were letting themselves go, either way it was interesting seeing what an ex-model would be reduced to.
Judging by the way he addressed her family’s business she took it he wasn’t a fan of their work. She couldn’t blame him, REVOCS had a bad name for steam rolling over small companies with greater force than needed just to produce money they didn’t need. This did put a damper in her plans however, if he had resentment towards the company there would be little chance of him wanting to return to work for them. So much for controlling him that way.
“How many must I be present to receive credit for this class?” If possible the young Kiryuin would like to waste as little time in this class as possible. She would send Soroi in to take notes for her or ask another student to do it for her. Which ever way convinced her more. “No offense to your class but its insulting to be forced to sit in with the rest of the masses.”
{ ✗ } ··· The teacher found it interesting that the Kiryuin heir was so perceptive– but, then again, he should expect no less from the woman, considering the fact that she was almost as famous as the Queen of REVOCs herself, and not because of her heritage.
Her note on his appearance, though, that sparked a little change in him, and he watched her for a few moments longer before sighing a little to himself, removing his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose, giving her an amused, but weary, look.
And then push his hair back, something he rarely did in front of others, considering the fact that he wasn’t totally open about his personality changes.
“Does this look a bit more familiar, then?” E said softly, with an amused expression, while e leaned back against the white board. “I try not to be very obvious about my former profession due the the fact that, as you can imagine, my face is very memorable. Being one of the few models left who were extremely popular without the help of REVOCs and their– business tactics made me something of a target, as you can imagine. And, well. For other reasons as well.”
Aikuro waited again, judging her apathetic reaction, before sighing again, eyes falling shut as e leaned back forward. “You can only miss 10% of each semester, and essays only count for a fifth of your grade. Almost everything is hands on. I would teach both subjects– sewing and fashion– in both semesters, but seeing as they’re considered separate classes, I don’t have the liberty to do that. I apologize for that, Miss Kiryuin.”
➩ [♛] Soroi was able to keep up with the lecture and write down perfect notes while his employer spent her time staring at the teacher. Though she wasn’t taking any notes or doing anything productive the class dolled on at a mind numbing slow rate. When would she ever need to know this? There was a difference between a designer and semester, not that either one of them matter to her. Her plan was simple, wait until her mother dies and take over the company; until then enjoy being spoon fed.
Once class let out Satsuki stayed in place, letting her butler take care of the students stopping to talk to her. She ignore them with the ease that came from doing it on a daily bases. When the rest of the students went away the young Kiryiun raised from her seat, pausing when she her the teacher speak. There was only three people in the room and it was clear who he was referring to.
“Have you ever been a model?” He was the one to act the question and being one not to beat around the bush she was afraid of sounding too blunt or personal. As a child she’d spend most of her time at her mother’s work office.There wasn’t much for a kid to play with but there were albums of different models throughout the years to keep her occupied. Each day she’d flip through the book and try to memorize every model and name. It was far too long ago for her to correctly recall if he were part of those pictures, but asking wouldn’t hurt. If she was right, she could try to use it to her advantage and if she was wrong then he should be happy for being thought of as good looking enough to become a model. Win win.
{ ✗ } ··· Mikisugi’s eyebrows went up in surprise at her blunt question, devoid of emotion nor care for the strangeness of her words. He watched her, standing there with the dignity of a queen and the gall of a warrior, considering how to reply for a moment.
“–Ah, yes, you could say that I was, once. But that was in the distant past, Miss Kiryuin. It’s been quite some time since I retired from the modeling profession, and it was before your– mm– company monopolized the industry.”
He was only half lying– it was true, he wasn’t a model anymore. But since being convinced to go back into his former profession, he wouldn’t deny that he was dreading the day he finally was called in for his first shoot. Numerous companies had been trying to get their hands on him since he quit, but as time went on, REVOCs absorbed them into it’s conglomerate and Mikisugi continued teaching. He was only going back to modeling because a close friend had asked him to, and even so, he didn’t plan on staying.
