Third's POV
*Cringgggg*
The sound of an alarm rings through the air as a white-haired man groans. The man repeatedly punches the silence button on his phone with his finger, feeling extremely tired from the mission he had yesterday
"F*cking son of a-"
The man cursed when his phone fell from his bed to the floor, still ringing the alarm loudly. His long arm stretched from the bed to the cold of his floor as he retrieved his phone. He squints from the brightest of his phone, at 09:45 pm. Great, he's late for work
TIMESKIP
His days just feel like a plain sheet of paper. Mission- teaching- eat- sleep- repeat. Nothing interesting for real, not since... the man shook his head. God forbid him to be stuck in the past again. His only salvation is sweets now. He can't live without them. He happily skips to the kikufuku stalls as he buys his favorite flavor- edamame and cream
But his joy was short-lived as someone called him. He grumbled and checked his phone, finding Megumi's icon. He sighed and answered it
"I couldn't find it", the sound of a deadpan teenager resonating from the phone. "Eh?"Satoru absent-mindedly answered
"The instrument shelter is empty", the emo teenager sounds pissed. To humor the teen, maybe, Satoru replies nonchalantly
"Really? It's funny. Did it go for a walk?"
"I'm gonna hit you", the teen replied, and here our lovable Satoru decided to be a pain in the a**
"You can't come back without that"
Then he hangs up the phone. Miles away from him, the teen vows to hit his teacher when it's on sight... even tho he never succeeded
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Satoru innocently whistles as he walks through the park to find a bench so he can eat his dessert peacefully while thinking about his life
It's not like he has anything against poor Megumi. Well, maybe he has. The kid is getting more and more resembling his dad. Satoru shuddered at the reminder that he still could feel the phantom pain from the life-threatening scars that he received from that man
But he didn't do this kind of thing to Megumi only. He does this to all of his students, so no. He ain't against Megumi. He ain't that special. The higher-ups would love to call him an imbecile for it, but Satoru would like to call it tough-love
Or maybe he is just lazy
Whatever, continue
Satoru finally found a perfect bench near the water fountain with fewer people. Wonderful
He threw his butt on the bench and sprawled his long limbs all over the bench. His body feels sore. No matter how much he used RCT (reverse curse technique), those draining feelings were never completely gone. This is a rare time for him to get a rest like this, and he likes to use his time to short out his mind
He hums a random song in his mind that always feels familiar but no recollection of hearing it anywhere. And just like every time he hums it, he can feel a slight sting on his ring finger
He glanced to his left hand, absent-mindedly tracing a mark that he had already had since birth. The mark is a black band-like ink wrapped around his ring finger like a real ring
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Vogel im Käfig
FanfictionSatoru was always curious about a mark that resembled a ring on his left hand. Civilians called it a birthmark, but sorcerers called it a soulmate. He never believed it, not since Suguru left him. But all of his denials were gone in the face of the...
