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((quinn/dabi))
Callian watched as the seventh years filed out of his classroom. Did they have a plan after graduation? Did they even know what was out there? He couldn't blame them if the majority of them wanted to become thieves, after all that was what the school was building them up for. Some would flunk but at least it would prove that they just weren't ready for the real world, despite half of them being deployed to missions. As the last student closed the door, the room was left with a suffocating silence, like one was holding their breath in anticipation. Callian distracted himself with wrapping up some last minute assignments he had planned for the students. He smiled at himself. To think that now he controlled what the students would and wouldn't do. Oh the only his younger self knew of what he'd become. A teacher? At his own school? Really? Younger Callian would scold him right then and there. He could do so much better. If anything, it was to slide under the radar from his sister. Laughing at her brother's decision to be a teacher made it hard for her to detect his actual profession. He loved teaching the kids, he really did, but his heart laid with killing for profit. Callian checked the clock on the opposite side of the wall and sighed, pulling out a tape from his desk as he tapped it on the desk. He asked Quinn to come once he was done with teaching the seventh years. Callian wanted to surprise them with a mixtape, hopefully to lift their spirits as the teachers piled on more and more work. For the fifth years, it was now that time of the year, and Callian remembered being swallowed by so much work that it made it hard to breath. He kept flicking his eyes to the clock, tapping the tape on his desk, while looking at his own amount of work.
((oh yeah!! did you want them to be friends already? or wanna build that relationship?))
((no pressure or anything but did you want to continue this?))
