A Twist In Time|| scheming-a-monster
Izaya watched the teacher and kept his sweet mask alive, watching as the man before him did the same. Putting it on in an instant, as if trained to do so. He listened to their conversation with zipped lips, and curious rubies. There was so much to learn about this new human on his turf. Maybe he could use him against Shizu-chan, seemed as if it just might work to his advantage after all.
But as he was volunteered against his will, he had to step in. A warm smile apparent, and neatly placed on his sharp features he stepped in, placing a soft but deadly hand on Kasuka’s shoulder. “Now, now it isn’t polite to just volunteer people, without permission is it now, Mr. Hanejima?” He asked, his smile seemed twisted in a way almost undetectable to the untrained eye. His voice was chirpy but bitter-sweet as he looked at the slightly taller male. “It would simply be too much of a secondary stress to the classes I’m already enrolled in. Perhaps someone else would be better. Oh! Perhaps Shizu-chan, you seemed to know him already~” He teased, his normal smirk returning, one that promised arrogance.
He was ready for this, it was as simple as the seven acts of a play, and he had seen that coming. It helped with listening to Shizuo’s rants about the informant ahead of time, and knowing what kind of man he had turned into. This wasn’t as easy as cake-walk, because nothing ever was that simple, but this advantage to the other helped a ton. “Oh? Lucky for you it’s up for grabs. I think it’d do well for him, after all, he has been seeming to struggle to make friends.” He stated, looking at the other teacher out of the corner of his eye. “I think it’d be a splendid opportunity for him, don’t you, Mrs. Swan?”
The teacher was startled that he knew her name, but assumed he must have heard it from around, she would have never guessed that presumptuous Kasuka had picked her name up off her charm bracelet that she wore. “I…well perhaps you’ve a point there…maybe you should speak with his mother about it.” He felt his eyes narrow somewhat, Izaya’s mother? He glanced at the boy and shook his head.
“No that won’t be necessary. I think Mr. Orihara is up for a challenge, besides, aren’t you always up for learning?” He didn’t want to use his mother against him. He knew for a fact that it was the worst way to go about things. He had had that same problem during school when a teacher had enrolled him into acting class in an attempt to get him to open up and show his emotion: which just wasn’t there. It was stupid really. “So what do you say? Still negative?”
Izaya didn’t flinch when his mother was mentioned, there was not a change in expression or reaction at all. He simply looking back at Kasuka with a different expression, one that bore curiousity but venom.
"No, I simply don’t wish to do such a thing Mr. Hanejima, I believe you have the wrong guy to partake in such tedious, pointless work. Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to leave now.” He said with a smile, as he turned on his heel and began to walk away. For now he needed to escape, to get away from them, from that man, from Shizuo, from life. His feet took him to the rooftop just like they usually did. A familiar scene laid out before him, one that was imaginary, dating back only a year. His Freshman year was a fun one, not packed with such extreme stress, one in which he hadn’t had to deal with his mom so bad. She was away most of that year after all. Though now, she transferred. Worked at home, was more stress, which just accumulated into constant beatings.
A sigh escaped him, as he leaned against the wall, letting his eyes shut but his ears stay open. Enjoying the piece while he could.