Drabbles.
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Fateful Outtakes
Drabble 2: Hijikata's Breakfast Club
He wasn't sure why he felt the need to hold detentions. Or why, when he did, did he schedule them on a Saturday morning? The coffee's scent filtered through his nose and he sighed longingly, waking and jogging alerting thoughts. Justice. That was why. None of the other teachers even cared as much as he did. Nor did they enforce their own rules as strictly as he did.
And other than the fact that he woke up earlier than usual on a Saturday morning, they were worth it. He never saw a student—one of his at least—twice in the detention room. He raised his gaze to the five different students all ranging from being tardy to being disruptive. One student sheepishly ducked their head to their desk when he caught his glance.
Hijikata smirked behind his travel mug before sipping his coffee. Oh yes. Justice.He had the reputation of being a mean and strict teacher, he had every right to be, knowing that once they realized how fair and knowledgeable he was it would make up for it. He was preparing them for the outside world, preparing them for what they were going to need to know.
Something he wished he learned earlier rather than later. He'd done everything he could in his power to extend his "help" to his housemates as well—they were practically family as well. Why shouldn't he try to impose his knowledge? For the most part, they listened. Though he did wish they would behave more often.
One student towards the back coughed loudly and he snapped his eyes to him, eyebrows furrowing. His face wasn't familiar and he guessed it was one of the often times random faces he happened to bust for something juvenile like throwing spit wads at the girls. What high schooler did that? If anything, the kid was cruising for a much needed detention.
Actually, now that he stared and remembered, the kid had given him a hard time about showing up. And yet, there he was, sitting in the back row, but still there. Hijikata quirked an eyebrow, he had troublemaker written all over his mischievous face.
As if on cue, the kid leaned forward and coughed again. Obnoxiously enough that it caught the others in the class and they chuckled. Hijikata had a way with troublemakers—after all, he lived in a house full of them. Carefully, he set his coffee down and returned his hardened stare to the kid.
"Something on your mind?" he asked out loud, startling a few of the quieter students.
The kid grinned and stretched his arms out, "Yeah, I do." He straightened, "What's the point of this? None of the other teachers do detention but you. The 'Strict Mr. Hijikata.' What makes you so sure I won't cause trouble again?"
Hijikata smirked and the student's expression fell. Obviously, that wasn't the reaction he was expecting. "Because," He straightened and gave the student a leveled gaze that cut right across the room, "None of the other teachers are like me. Unlike them, I don't—and won't—take shit from a smart-ass kid. It's just the way I am. My methods you could say are...unconventional, but have proven worthy. I haven't seen the same face twice in my Saturday detentions."
The kid stared, stunned, most likely because of his swearing so easily. He didn't seem the type and secretly he loved shocking the trouble students when he did. They obviously thought him a prude. Abruptly, Hijikata shoved his chair back and walked around to the front of his desk. He leaned causally against it and crossed his arms.
"Any of you familiar with The Breakfast Club?" he asked, eyes skimming briefly over the students. Not one raised their hands and he softly shook his head. Kids. No respect for the classics... he thought warily. "Right. Well, there's a method to this. No one wants to spend their Saturday's at school, yet you all show up anyway. Why? Simply because a teacher told you? Or because, deep down, you know what you did—no matter how small—needed consequences?"
He narrowed eyes on his students, "You think in the real world it'll be okay if you tell your boss 'I forgot' when it comes to an important presentation?" His eyes shifted to another student, "Or showing up late everyday will be okay in the real world?" Hijikata tilted his head to the troublemaker in the back, his face blank but his eyes intent. "Or disrespecting fellow peers? That's called harassment, ladies and gentlemen. We're not too keen on it here at school either, but it's worse once you turn eighteen because in the eyes of the law you're an adult. Whether you live with your mommy and daddy or not."
Slowly, he returned to his seat and took another casual sip of his coffee. "So let me ask you this," he lowered his cup and folded his hands. "Would you rather give up your Saturday now, or then? Along with a lay off or worse...?"
The students stared back at him, slightly wide eyed but in awe at the same time. Surely, they've had someone in their life tell them something like this, right? But the stunned faces that stared at him, even the slight realization on the troublemakers face, made him think otherwise. They had probably blew it off when others told them, which was why Hijikata always pushed about approaching it a different way to make them listen.
Hijikata knew that half of his teens that he taught thought they were invincible, but the truth was, they weren't. He liked to be that slap to the face, the reality. They always thanked him later for it, because he was right. He was always right. Hijikata couldn't help the small smile that came to his face again. Not one student further disrupted detention.
He took another deep sip, "Justice." He mumbled softly.
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