That's Principal Takeda to you! 2 - (Original School Setting + Crossovers, feat. Principal!OC-I)
I now have a Ko-Fi for Donations. I don't take requests/commissions, but if you can support me through it, then it would be awesome.
Link: ko-fi DOT com /justbukharin
Firing Kondo's ass meant preparing her post to be taken by someone else.
I was somewhat glad that I had waited after the most recent big tests for her former subject so that would allow me to fish out a new name for the desk without troubling the students too much. I had already some tense conversations with their parents, most of which had been shocked by the events, while others... didn't care.
It was dreadful to know that some of my students were not guaranteed by proper parental guidance, but I already strapped those to the school doctor and nurse to try and get them aware of what occurred and the potential ramifications of employing such indecent behavior with other students.
I doubted that it was going to fully avoid any potential developments of the kind, but I could at least hope it would stem away a large group of 'silly thoughts' away from a lof of those students. Then there was the 'damage control' situation.
Japan has been experiencing 'Magical Girl-related troubles' for well over two decades and a 'magical girl insurance' was available to all schools and public institutions due to the extensive possibility of seeing structures broken by girls with wands while facing scary monsters.
The issue was the timing which would take for it to be patched up, with a full week going by before everything was fully patched up at school. A dreadful grievance, but one I could halfly blame on the girls and mostly blame on those 'Bad Kingdom' thugs or whatever their group name was. I wasn't paying attention with how many 'magical girls plots' I had to endure in the last two years.
And today I was seeing a fairly interesting case that was slightly unrelated to any of that.
The boy had been sent here by the school nurse after getting patched up as she convinced the student to reach out for me in regard to a trouble of his.
Futaki Naohiro was, by his teachers' own admission, a gifted student. Not a genius, but definitely someone that enjoyed studying and applied himself in all classes. He had, however, a growing rise of 'notes' in regard of 'molesting a specific student'. And I had a genuine feeling that there was more to it as soon as he took a seat in front of me.
Average boy, a bit on the short and slim side. Dark-brown hair, black eyes, and... bandaids over his face. 'Accidents', he called them as the primary source of those injuries. The truth was he may be targeted by some individuals due to the reputation he had.
"Futaki-san, I wish to start this by saying this is not a meeting to punish you or anything of the kind. I can assure you the point of this discussion is to understand what is going on with your situation, and I wish to hear your side of the story."
The boy appeared surprised, then relieved and then... drained. "I...I see. W-Well, sensei, wh-what do you wish to know about?"
"The fact that there seem to be some 'dissonance' between these rumors and the facts. It says here that you have 'targeted' a student with troubling actions but... this individual is supposedly your friend, Tamai Aoi."
"S-She is my friend, yes."
"And she has never once strayed from your side despite some... sights of you two being caught in concerning positions."
"...Yes."
"And yet she said a few times that you are a 'pervert', yes?"
"..."
"Please, answer the question, Futaki-san."
The boy closed his eyes, trembling a bit. "Y-Yes, sensei."
"I want to draw a guess and you tell me if this is true... was she teasing over these actions?"
"Y-Yes."
"Is this a common habit of hers in your regard? Did she do this even before you two joined high school?"
"That's... yes, sensei."
"But she never once considered explaining that you two are childhood friends and that this sort of behavior is just 'playful teasing', yes?"
...
"Answer that honestly, Futaki-san."
"Yes, but- but it is my fault-"
"No."
...
"W-What?"
"I understand what you are suggesting you are at fault for not 'speaking up', but I can guess you held back because not many would believe you."
"...That's true, but-"
"Do you know why?"
Naohiro opened his mouth but... he was unable to find an answer to this specific question.
"The reason no one would have believed you is because it's more difficult to trust a potential guilty party, than the potential victim. If you were to make excuses, it would have made you more 'suspicious', and given you nothing but more troubles," I explained to the student. "You have many odds stacked against you. And I can assure you that there is quite a simple solution to this. First, however, I would like to verify a few things, so I will call Tamai Aoi here just now to see if she can confirm your version. Would you be fine with that?"
He looked a bit nervous but... he nodded. "Y-Yes."
Tamai Aoi confirmed his version.
The girl had silver hair and blue eyes, courtesy of her 'Russian Mother'. The ensuing conversation can be summarized as: 'I didn't know', and 'I am sorry, I will do better'.
In the end, no punishment was levied, but I had the two deliver an explanation to their classroom the next day just to make sure that this whole mess was put to rest for good. It was a mini-disaster that would definitely influence their friendship.
Hell I just had this feeling these two were actually in the process of 'love-birding', which meant I had to keep an eye out as these two may plan to 'make a nest' at school. Which would not be proper at all despite the overall positive vibe of it.
All in all, a week had gone by without accidents, so I had been feeling in a particularly good mood when-
CRASH!
Motherfucker!
So, this time it wasn't a large chunk of the office, but my window was broken as someone was hurled through it. I expected it to be magical girls at it again, but I was now glaring at what appeared to be a scuffle between a sword-wielding boy and a snarling demon.
"Dammit, I thought I had enough damage points to-"
The chalk was readied, it was aimed, and it was hurled. The demon was vaporized, while the second chalk piece smacked against the boy's forehead and sent him flying back to the nearest wall.
"Ghhh-ah!" He fell on the ground, frowning in shock. "T-That almost took all my HP, who-oh!"
The boy recognized where he was, and then looked at my flat look as I aimed the flattest and most disappointed glance back at him.
"Hello Yanai-san. Fancy seeing that you are not currently at school today for... a bad case of the cold," I pointed out from what I could find from my laptop. "It's a month of detention, by the way."
Yanai Koto.
The boy was, shockingly enough, a 'Gamer'. Yes. 'a' Gamer. There were a few in towns, but that is due to a spell used by some old 'wizard' that conjured a randomized 'Player-maker' phenomenon that allowed some people to become Gamers.
The issue is that it was quite limited, and that those that were found by the government tended to be turned into 'mercs'. So, for that idiot of a boy named Yanai Koto, this was by far the biggest brainfart.
His mouth opened. "I-I can explain-"
"Do not. I can tell. I trust 'The Game' to give you a worthy quest to keep you at school during the weekdays. And one for your detention. Or there will be trouble for the Game!"
As I said that, I saw the boy tilting his head away. "T-Two Quests!?"
"The Game knows better than disrespecting an educator. Differently from you boy. I want you to go to class, and say that you will be staying over to clean the pool for today."
He bowed his head, and, after putting his weird gear in his inventory, he left to be a diligent student.
I leaned back, looking at the damage that he caused by the window and I sighed as I picked my phone.
"Juria-san? It's Takeda. Yes, it's only the window this time around. No, I am not inviting you out for dinner. No, I am not giving you my firstborn, you horny fox. Bye."
Ah yes, you can hate destruction as much as I do if you know you're going to feel pain in dealing with the usual fixer...
AN
Ah yes, Ecchi and... Gamers? Dafuq!