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Madoka strolled inside the empty class room, half asleep with his one-shoulder bag. He yawned and a small tear formed in one of the corners of his eye. He wiped the tear away with his white furry sleeve and blinked slowly. He was still in his sleep-mode due to his noisy alarm clock from this morning. . .he absolutely HATED them. He masked his hatred towards alarm clocks and walked towards the black board. He took a piece of white chalk and wrote his name 'MADOKA HANABUSA' in gigantic letters. Satisfied with his beautiful scribbles, he dragged his body towards the 'teacher's desk' in the far-back right corner of the classroom, avoiding all desks from touching his white furry coat.

He abandoned his bag on the dusty white desk and pulled out the matching coloured chair. As he sat down, he remembered something."Ahh, I forgot to bring the 'Fashion Room' sign. . .hmm. . .no matters, the kids will find this cozy room sooner or later." He shrugged and went to unzip his light-weighted bag. From the inside, he pulled out some magazines, a few boxes of Pocky, and some pieces of paper on a clip board. One of those paper was a blank attendance list, but it was still unnecessary since he needed students to apply for his newly established class first in order to register names on the attendance list.

He leaned back on his chair against the corner of the back wall of the classroom and thought "I hate students partially because I have no patience in teaching, but just the thought of helping others create their own style brings a little joy in me and money in my wallet.". He let out a little 'cough laugh' at the the idea of teaching because he honestly did not care for them in the least, nor was there anything to teach in a Fashion Class other than knowing how to use a sewing machine.

Just as he examined this room further, he realized just how big the windows besides him were. Sadly, he wasn't a morning person so he was fairly uncomfortable under the bright sunlight. Annoyed at the blinding ray, he placed a magazine on top of his face while he lifted his legs up on his work area. Still leaning against one of the far back corner of the classroom walls, he tried to nap as he waited for the students to find this place, not caring whether or not he'll give the students a good impression by sitting/leaning in such manner.

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Madoka slowly lifted his hands up to remove the magazine from his face, being forcefully woken up from a nap never amused him. . .at least it wasn't an alarm clock this time. He looked straight to only find a confused, blue haired boy standing all the way across the room by the classroom door. "Well, it WAS partially my fault for not bringing the damn sign. . .", he shrugged, a dark smirk formed on his face as he let out a small laugh.

He removed his feet off the desk and stood up from his chair as he took a piece of paper from his clip board. "Yes, this is indeed a class. In fact, I am the teacher here. This room will be full of machines and needles in a few days.", replied Madoka, he held back a laugh from his own twisted statement. He slowly approached the boy, his heels clicking and dragging against the hard polished floor. "Would you like to join me? Or were you just making sure I wasn't some kind of criminal?" His smile grew darker and his retrieved his free hand in one of his pants pocket. He stopped in front of the shorter one and lowered his face, his nose was only a few centimetres away from the boy's. "Or were you think about calling the police?", he said with a threatening tone in his voice. Madoka isn't usually scary, but because this kid was the first person to step into his classroom, as well as the one who woke him up from his nap just now, he decided to mess with him a little. That was the fun part of being a new teacher in the school; no one would know who in the bloody hell you were.


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"Oh my, this kid is so not cute". Madoka's smirk widened further, he retreated his face away from the boy. He wanted to make him feel even more uncomfortable, but it seemed like the boy wasn't as naif as he thought. "Ahaha, I apologize for confusing you. This is, well, ignoring the scenery, this should be a Fashion Class." he replied to the boy's previous question. "I assure you that this is not the kind of class you were assuming, but if my students ever need to come find me for any reasons, I am always available." Opening his narrow eyes, he looked down at the boy with a slightly suggestive look. "Surely he knows I'm kidding, but he'd be surprised to know what I'm capable of and how daring I can be.", he thought, never taking off his eyes off the boy.

5 minutes have gone by and the room was painfully silent. The boy just wasn't friendly enough to start a friendly conversation. Madoka sighed and stepped back until his bum hit one of the front desks. He sat/leaned against it and whipped out the piece of paper he was holding. Lifting his arms, "Here, an application form. . .unless you're regretting your earlier decision?", he chuckled at the boy, hoping to hear an interesting answer from the shorter one. He honestly didn't want to creep the boy away, but he's missing his beloved nap already.

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Surprised (for once) at the loud bang from the door, Madoka flashed his eyes open to the noise's location. He was all tense, then went back to his relaxed mode when he spotted a little girl with pink curly hair, standing at the door, peaking inside with her half eaten bread. "Oh? What a cute little thing we have there. Seems like I'll have to leave this kid alone for now." he thought as he stood up straight. He walked over to the little girl with a smirk on his face and hands in his pockets. "Should I also play with her a little? She seems like the type to cry if I went over board though. . ."

After reaching his destination, he leaned his right shoulder against the door frame and ran his left hand through his hair. "Good day miss, welcome to my class. I hope you weren't peaking at our little session just now, were you?" he said looking down at the shortie, half joking. He knew that nothing really happened between them, but if the girl DID see them so close, it'll be interesting to see the way she'll react. Once again, Madoka was the kind of man who likes to play mind games.

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