A New Teacher [1-S | part 1]

There was something about people who so readily and eagerly declared their direction and ambitions that seriously annoyed Poemu.

Of course, right now, that annoyance was buried in a blanket of self-directed doubt and uncertainty, but it was definitely still there. Though she did begin to take notice of those feelings with Colt's speech. Even if he was talking all this garbage about not being good enough, his proud declaration that he intended to improve, to do his best, to be a hero, to help people, and all that other noble, Heroic shit... It all irked Poemu. It was all more pressure on top of her own anxieties, and that pressure was beginning to escape. Bit by bit, the people around Poemu, these undeniably Heroic people, were starting to annoy her...

Their teacher gave Poemu some kind of praise, her mismatched eye gaining a slight glimmer to it at those words. To be told it was good that she was trying to be 'helpful' was always nice, although, Poemu didn't believe it herself... Was she trying to be 'helpful' or just 'not a burden'? Did she really fit in here, among all these Heroic morons? Praise brought doubt and doubt brought questions, it seems, with Poemu starting to gain some more composure as she answered them, but hardly bursting of her shell. Just... Brightening up a bit.

What came next was, apparently, Q&A. Poemu... Didn't really have any idea what to ask anyone, really.

Though, before she got a chance to ponder on what to ask, or if to just try and sneak onto her phone, the princely boy suddenly addressed Poemu himself. To say Beaumont had an aura about him would be an understatement, as although Poemu was still very much annoyed, she was quite attentive to his words. He spoke so confidently, and with such assurance, that Poemu was really starting to think he fit that 'Prince' image. She remained wide-eyed until he finished, but then was immediately a bit flustered, raising her hands up with open palms in a dismissive gesture.

"Oh, ah, um, it's not like a huge deal or anything, lol... I mean, like, I just wanna do support-y stuff. I'm not, like, super bothered by it." Poemu said in what was something a half-lie. "Besides, even if I get a better reason, it's not like I want it to be like one of those super 'I wanna do it for justice!' type things, that's kinda cringey - uh, not that it's bad, or anything." She blurted, immediately cursing her tongue after. These people, these peers of hers with their justice and their Heroism... They seriously annoyed her!



Well, most of them. Poemu spotted the student who she'd always assumed as being something like Monty's friend or more looking at them, only for him to... Pull some really dickish stuff. Like, what were those lines, excerpts from "Anime Rivalries for Dummies"? With a raised a brow, she listened, jaw dropped a little at what the hell she was just watching. Although she didn't quite understand why...

He was kinda pissing her off.

"O-OK, now that was pretty cringey, not gonna lie." Poemu blurted out, fingers gesturing towards Colt. "Like, going from 1 to Shonen Manga Rival real quick there. Like, what... What the fuck? Where was the build-up?" Poemu uttered, a bit flabbergasted. As someone who had no idea what the relationship was between these two aside from 'probably friends', the sudden dramatic revelation of rivalry had her... Feeling like she'd missed a whole lot.

"Like, I feel like I missed a whole fucking..."

Oh, right, this was a class.

That thought crossed Poemu's mind as she did her little spree, her ability to read the room failing on multiple levels. Quickly, Poemu pivoted towards their teacher, bowing her head quickly in succession. "Ah, sorry for the language, sensei!"

Although she hadn't yet realized it... The teacher and Beaumont's words had certainly cracked Poemu's shell a bit, though given that it resulted in this absolute mess of a barely functioning human being speaking more readily, maybe that wasn't a great thing.

She looked from Niji to Jin, "You don't have to work together of course but spitballing might work. I am sure that it is something to consider, also the idea of your upperclassmen in the robotic club. I always think it's nice to have a friendly pair of eyes watching with you as everyone might look from another perspective. But those drones sound like a nice thing Nakamura-kun, I look forward to seeing your work." She might not be good at robotics and be old fashioned and all (Giovanni had much more gadgets than she did) but that did not mean she would not show interest in every one of her students, that had been her goal since she got this job and it would remain to be so. So that also counted for Niji and she nodded, "Well if you want to try out something and you need a hero, you know where to find me." She spoke to the girl, considering Vega had used that system for his classes, it might be something to consider for them as well, or even in their spare time.

Her idea now was giving everyone a little stage to talk and to give everyone a response that held the intention of belonging. They belonged here, she would try to find their own confidence, their hope, their goal, their motivation, their resourcefulness. So she would speak to every individual after and telling them a kind word and a supporting thing. That's how she all went around until she came to the questions and answers. She believed highly in that them knowing each other (they did not exactly have to be friends) but being able to support each other, they could get quite far. Surely they could work alone but it would be amazing if you would come into class and just spurt out your idea and someone being there to listen. She would always be there to listen but who knows what life brought. She would look from one at another, Niji asking something to Jin, Beaumont talking to Poemu and she smiled. Yes, she agreed on the fame and wealth thing but she also did not hate those who did it for the fame. She tried not to laugh about the justice kind of thing and Poemu's reaction to her saying it. Maybe Nimue was a justice kind of person but she was mostly a healer, "Everyone has their own reason and it's important to all of us to respect that, no matter what reason and to not judge people on it." She said calmly, it was not offensive what Poemu said, it was her opinion and that should be respected as well.

The text what she just said got into a mess as she watched Colt, she had her eye on him before but he did not seem to be happy what unfolded, he looked even sad. She swore she acknowledged his idea as interesting and that she would help him with his grades so he did not have to fuss about it. She narrowed her eyes as he took Monty's arm (who sat next to her) and just said something about... what? Before she could say something to either of the boys, Poemu jumped in and she held her tongue. Waiting for the girl to be done, well it seemed that even if she had not been here before that Poemu did not get either what happened. A quick scan over everyone's face was enough for Nimue to make a decision. "Good Akechi-san, you caught yourself." She said with a little tease. Her eyes slowly looked at Monty, "You two stay with me after class. Agnes-kun, go back to your seat." Which was on the opposite side of her then Monty, as they went to sit in a circle once they got outside, she was the centre, Monty on her right, Jin, Niji, Poemu, Colt.

She wasn't sure what to make of the sentences Colt said, she only heard one side of the story and it made her maybe biased but pushing someone away and now asking the sort of where they had been to call them out as rivals, eh Poemu had a point. She wasn't against the rivals, but Monty had to agree with it too and not be forced into another encounter. "No other questions or comments for each other? Then I have the last thing to do before you have to move on to your next class." She held up a little box that she just took out of her bag, "We need a vice-president now that the class is a little bigger." She gave Monty little post-its, "Write the name down and put it in the bag and I will draw the lots after that and we decide who is the new vice-president." It was how the lottery normally worked, it was a lot easier with only five students.

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“I could discuss ways to solve the issue “, Jin replied to Niji as he was about to go into a tangent but was also stopped by Nimue. It was obvious that he was going to need a vice president for the class since its a tiny bit bigger but he has zero clue on who he can vote for. The only one of note is Niji but that is bias on the grounds that she is the only one he knows full well. Adding on that she won't be a handful to work with unlike the other three who seem to be becoming a three person show. Not that it mattered much to them, as long as it doesnt end in an explosion he is A-OK for them to continue their antics.

Jin idly watched with a blank expression as he was giving his vote some thought as he tuned out of the world. He gave it about a minute before he casted his vote for Niji on the grounds that he can trust her to get the job done when he slacks.The only other one is Beaumont since he seems relatively reasonable from the three but he doesnt want to assume because of that same reason.

Her face said not much, though if you have seen your previous biology teacher before, you would notice her smile was gone so maybe it said a lot. She had already given them the warning that they would have to speak to her after class, but Colt did not stop. His attitude to Poemu, was another thing she would remind herself off for later and she would look at the girl who would speak but got shushed by herself when Beaumont took the matters in hand and told Colt to stop disrespecting others and to shut up. There was a time and place for everything which would have been Nimue's thing she would have said. With a last warning look at Colt, she would either tell him to leave and go back to their classroom to wait for her there if he would say something or she would just let him be if he would keep his mouth shut. It was his choice for now. She would look at Niji who was cut short by Colt's random blurt of words and gave her a small smile. "I think it would be nice for you two both to share your ideas if you both don't mind. Who knows maybe you find a solution and maybe new inspiration." Yes, she was absolutely going to ignore what Colt did at this point. People that wanted attention did not care if it was bad or good so this was her solution at this point.

She would then try to get the conversation back to a centralized conversation and put votes for the vice president in a little bowl. She would take out the votes one by one when all done, holding it in her hand to just read and see what it said. "Okay majority of the votes are for Beaumont, so you will be the vice president of this class, congratulations." She again gave a short smile to the boy before turning her face in a neutral expression again, she was not pleased with her first class. Now with everything ready she would give the little group a reminder of the starting holiday season that would happen next week and their summer homework but for now it was time for them to pack their stuff and go to the next class. "Please inform your teacher that Colt and Beaumont will be late." She got up and indicated for them to come with her to the teacher's lounge.

"I will keep that in mind," Niji said with a smile. A moment where things could probably be a little chipper. Colt was acting... weird. Desmoshi told her once that he was usually energetic. But right now he was kind of being a... well, impolite words. She had never Nimue-sensei look... serious. And this worried Niji. At least Monty got voted as the vice president of the class. That would probably be for the best.

"Yes, sensei," Niji said taking Nimue-sensei's request. Following behind the rest of her classmates to the next class, she got a ring on her phone. That usually didn't happen unless something was wrong. "Jin, go ahead without me. I have to take this." As the rest of the class went ahead, she answered her phone. "Hey, Chereka," Niji answered. A few words exchange, to low for anyone passing to make out unless they were Niji. "No Chereka I do not need security I am fine. Hey. I will be sending you the final blueprints of my work. While we on vacation, we can work on it together. Yes, the data should be uploaded. Yes, we will need Jeeves' assistance. No, I still don't need security while I am at UA. Okay, I will talk to you and Jeeves later I promise. Goodbye."

Beaumont getting Vice President wasn't really a surprise. Poemu could pretty much see why everyone would've voted for him. Who else were they gonna vote for, even? Jackass McGee? The weird rich girl? Poemu? Beaumont was really the only sane choice. Not that this class seemed particularly sane, though... At least, with that, the lesson was pretty much over. Poemu felt mostly relieved at that. She'd expected this to be another 'show up, barely pay attention, leave' kind of day, but it had been more eventful than that in the worst of ways. Poemu even let out a quiet sigh, ready as ever to pack up and get out of there.

... Though, she did feel a bit bad for what she'd leave in her wake. Not feeling nearly bold enough to butt into whatever weird rich girl and other guy who she hadn't nicknamed yet were talking about, Poemu just somewhat hurriedly followed out of the room, though didn't miss Beaumont's look. He looked... Well, she didn't really know. But it felt like... An acknowledgement, at least. Poemu just kind of awkwardly nodded back, not knowing what to say. Wasn't it kinda her felt this thing blew up anyway?