Post by miyaji on Aug 26, 2011 13:47:21 GMT -5
(I deleted Yousuke yesterday, but he's been around long enough that I think the character itself would need an in-character story on why he left. It was fun playing him for the past two months, and he was my first character on here, but it was just too complicated for me to play from a teacher's perspective when I had never experienced such a thing.)
He woke up with a pounding headache. It throbbed endlessly from the time he groggily rolled out of bed and to the time he headed out the front door of his dorm wearing his usual gym clothing. He didn't drink any alcohol within the past several days, and he had gone to sleep at a decent time. Why did his head hurt so much?
Maybe it was because of Ren and Ayame. He was still unsure of the situation between them. He hadn't talked to either of them for what seemed like the longest time. It was as if they didn't exist anymore. The last thing he heard from Ayame was that they had broken up, but that was a long time ago. They probably made up by now.
As he sleepily walked down the corridor of the staff dorm building, he paused as he heard the soft vibrating buzz of his cell phone. He pulled it out from his pocket, squinting to focus on the small text on the screen to realize that the headmaster of the school was calling him.
Blinking in surprise, he fumbled to answer the call. As Yousuke pressed the phone to his ear, he quickly cleared his throat in an attempt to sound awake and coherent. However, even if he was still asleep, he would have still been able to understand the headmaster's blunt words.
"You're fired. Come to my office right away."
There was a click, and all Yousuke could hear was the annoying dial tone. He didn't move. He didn't say anything. His arm was still suspended in the air, holding the phone against his ear. It took several minutes to all crash down.
The phone dropped on the floor with a light thump. Soon after, Yousuke's body went with it, crumpling to the ground on his knees. His headache suddenly grew worse, and he buried his head into his hands. He knew why the headmaster had made that call. He knew exactly why.
He had punched a student, didn't he? He inflicted violence on someone underaged, someone who he was told to take under his wing. A teacher did not punch their students. A teacher taught them. And that was exactly what Yousuke failed to do.
As Yousuke recollected himself, he found that there were tears forming at the edge of his eyes. He quickly wiped them away, cleared his throat once more, and headed towards the headmaster's office.
The next hour went by in a blur. He had seated himself down in front of the man, bowing his head in defeat as the headmaster explained to him what he had done. And then there was some useless paperwork, several meaningless words of sympathy and comfort, and Yousuke was sent away. He had three days left at Aozora. Three days used to feel like three minutes to him, but now it felt like 300 years.
No, he wasn't going to suffer or make his students suffer. He'll leave today. He headed back to the dorm at an alarmingly fast pace. He grabbed his suitcase, hastily shoved everything in it, and was ready to go within the next hour. He'll call in a substitute teacher to handle his class and then go find someone who can permanently take his place. He'll worry with all the details later, but right now he knew he had to get out of there.
The last thing he wanted to do was run into Ren and Ayame.
He headed out the door, and quietly rolled the suitcase down the hall. He took the back entrance of the school, fearing that he would run into some of his students if he went all the way to the front entrance. He left the school, his head still throbbing, not one tear forming at his eyes.
And then he was out on the street in front of the school. He continued to walk. He'll go stay at the the town for now, but he'll be way out of that city by tomorrow. Maybe he could go back to his family, or go to Korea. There were probably some staff openings in several schools, or maybe he could pick up dance again, or maybe...
He paused. Yousuke slowly turned around from where he was to see the front gates of Aozora Academy and the field beyond. He could see students, catching up to each other before the morning classes started. And tears came, and he didn't fight them, he let down stream down his face in an endless river.
And the tears calmed him down. His muffled sobs yanked away the headache that had been clouding his mind. He had spent his teenage years at Aozora. He had spent the last two years at Aozora. And he had Ren and Ayame there, and even if things were silent between them now it wouldn't mean that it would stay that way forever. However, Yousuke forced himself to turn back around.
"I'll be fine." he said.
And he walked forward.
He woke up with a pounding headache. It throbbed endlessly from the time he groggily rolled out of bed and to the time he headed out the front door of his dorm wearing his usual gym clothing. He didn't drink any alcohol within the past several days, and he had gone to sleep at a decent time. Why did his head hurt so much?
Maybe it was because of Ren and Ayame. He was still unsure of the situation between them. He hadn't talked to either of them for what seemed like the longest time. It was as if they didn't exist anymore. The last thing he heard from Ayame was that they had broken up, but that was a long time ago. They probably made up by now.
As he sleepily walked down the corridor of the staff dorm building, he paused as he heard the soft vibrating buzz of his cell phone. He pulled it out from his pocket, squinting to focus on the small text on the screen to realize that the headmaster of the school was calling him.
Blinking in surprise, he fumbled to answer the call. As Yousuke pressed the phone to his ear, he quickly cleared his throat in an attempt to sound awake and coherent. However, even if he was still asleep, he would have still been able to understand the headmaster's blunt words.
"You're fired. Come to my office right away."
There was a click, and all Yousuke could hear was the annoying dial tone. He didn't move. He didn't say anything. His arm was still suspended in the air, holding the phone against his ear. It took several minutes to all crash down.
The phone dropped on the floor with a light thump. Soon after, Yousuke's body went with it, crumpling to the ground on his knees. His headache suddenly grew worse, and he buried his head into his hands. He knew why the headmaster had made that call. He knew exactly why.
He had punched a student, didn't he? He inflicted violence on someone underaged, someone who he was told to take under his wing. A teacher did not punch their students. A teacher taught them. And that was exactly what Yousuke failed to do.
As Yousuke recollected himself, he found that there were tears forming at the edge of his eyes. He quickly wiped them away, cleared his throat once more, and headed towards the headmaster's office.
The next hour went by in a blur. He had seated himself down in front of the man, bowing his head in defeat as the headmaster explained to him what he had done. And then there was some useless paperwork, several meaningless words of sympathy and comfort, and Yousuke was sent away. He had three days left at Aozora. Three days used to feel like three minutes to him, but now it felt like 300 years.
No, he wasn't going to suffer or make his students suffer. He'll leave today. He headed back to the dorm at an alarmingly fast pace. He grabbed his suitcase, hastily shoved everything in it, and was ready to go within the next hour. He'll call in a substitute teacher to handle his class and then go find someone who can permanently take his place. He'll worry with all the details later, but right now he knew he had to get out of there.
The last thing he wanted to do was run into Ren and Ayame.
He headed out the door, and quietly rolled the suitcase down the hall. He took the back entrance of the school, fearing that he would run into some of his students if he went all the way to the front entrance. He left the school, his head still throbbing, not one tear forming at his eyes.
And then he was out on the street in front of the school. He continued to walk. He'll go stay at the the town for now, but he'll be way out of that city by tomorrow. Maybe he could go back to his family, or go to Korea. There were probably some staff openings in several schools, or maybe he could pick up dance again, or maybe...
He paused. Yousuke slowly turned around from where he was to see the front gates of Aozora Academy and the field beyond. He could see students, catching up to each other before the morning classes started. And tears came, and he didn't fight them, he let down stream down his face in an endless river.
And the tears calmed him down. His muffled sobs yanked away the headache that had been clouding his mind. He had spent his teenage years at Aozora. He had spent the last two years at Aozora. And he had Ren and Ayame there, and even if things were silent between them now it wouldn't mean that it would stay that way forever. However, Yousuke forced himself to turn back around.
"I'll be fine." he said.
And he walked forward.