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Y/n and Hudson, were ready go undercover mission at the local school. Although they were relatively young, Y/n was deemed too old to attend school and thus would not raise any suspicion. With their good looks and charm, y/n got signed to as a teacher and Hudson as a student.

As they both arrived at the school, Hudson said his farewell to Y/n, Hudson walking navigate the hallways alone. Y/n watch before driving off, Y/n began to wonder if this interview well work.

Y/n hopped out of the car and began walking towards the school gate. As they made their way, they suddenly found themselves being greeted by a teacher who approached them with a scrutinizing gaze. "Well, well, well. Looks like we have a new teacher," she declared, her name tag reading Lisa Lisa.

Nodding to acknowledge her introduction, Y/n replied, "Yes, that's correct. I'm excited to be here."

Lisa Lisa smiled and gestured for Y/n to follow her. "Welcome to the school. Let me take you to Mr. Speedwagon. He'll give you all the necessary information," she said, leading the way towards the office. Intrigued by this unusual name, Y/n followed Lisa Lisa with curiosity.

Upon reaching the office, Y/n noticed the welcoming atmosphere with colorful posters adorning the walls. There sat a middle-aged man behind the desk, engrossed in some paperwork. Lisa Lisa cleared her throat, grabbing his attention. "Mr. Speedwagon, we have the new teacher here," she announced.

Mr. Speedwagon looked up from his paperwork, wearing a warm smile as he extended his hand towards Y/n. "Ah, welcome! I'm Mr. Speedwagon, the principal of this school. It's a pleasure to have you on our team," he greeted enthusiastically.

Y/n shook his hand, feeling a sense of warmth and kindness emanating from Mr. Speedwagon. "Thank you, Mr. Speedwagon. I'm excited to be a part of this school," they expressed with sincerity.

With a friendly pat on Y/n's shoulder, Mr. Speedwagon reassured them, "We're excited to have you too. I just need to ask some questions about you getting this job."

Grateful for his welcoming words, Y/n smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Speedwagon." they responded confidently.

During the interview, Speedwagon began asking Y/n various questions about their experience as a teacher. However, Y/n couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't quite right. They had a distinct sensation of being watched ꃳꌦ ꋬ ꉔꋬꂵꏂꋪꋬ, but in order to focus on the interview, Y/n decided to ignore it.

As the interview progressed, Speedwagon started delving into more personal aspects of Y/n life. Questions about Y/n interests and dating history were thrown into the mix. Y/n tried to maintain their composure and be polite, but deep down, they felt uncomfortable with these inquiries. They realized that these questions were crossing boundaries and were not relevant to their suitability as a teacher.

With a forced smile, Y/n simply nodded in response, choosing not to answer the personal questions. They understood the importance of maintaining professionalism and focusing on their qualifications and teaching abilities during the interview. However, the feeling of being watched continued to linger, creating a sense of unease throughout the proceedings.

Despite the distractions, Y/n remained determined to handle the interview with poise and grace, hoping that the focus would soon shift back to their teaching expertise and the valuable contributions they could bring to the educational institution.

After the interview, Y/n left feeling uncomfortable, with thoughts swirling in their mind about why they felt as if they were being watched. As Y/n walked, they were completely oblivious to the fact that someone had been hiding behind the wall, observing their every move.

Something is wrong in this school.

Y/n decided to take a stroll around the school and stumbled upon a teacher, who turned out to be the art teacher. "Hello, what are you doing here?" he asked with a puzzled expression.

"Don't you know today is a day off from school?" Y/n was about to respond, but the teacher continued speaking. "Anyway, you should be on your way, but before you go, I have a question for you," he said inquisitively.

Y/n replied, "What's your question?" "Do you know how to model?" he asked. Y/N apologized, saying, "No, I'm sorry, I don't." The teacher paused for a moment before remarking, "Hmm, you have the look of a model, though." With that, he left Y/n, leaving them to wonder who that mysterious teacher was.

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Y/n and Hudson, were ready go undercover mission at the local school. Although they were relatively young, Y/n was deemed too old to attend school and thus would not raise any suspicion. With their good looks and charm, Hudson had devised a plan for them to pose as a teacher and a helpful outsider respectively.

As they arrived at the school, Hudson said his farewell to Y/n, leaving them to navigate the hallways alone. Y/n stood at the side of the walkway, observing the students bustling about. Looking a bit lost, Y/n began to walk when suddenly they heard a chorus of girls screaming. Curiosity piqued, Y/n quickened their pace and followed the sound.

Arriving at the scene, Y/n witnessed a group of girls gathered around someone, showering them with affectionate greetings. It was clear that this person was well-liked and popular among their peers. Realizing they were in need of directions, Y/n approached one of the girls lingering in the back, looking slightly annoyed.

The girl turned to face Y/n and, upon laying eyes on their handsome features, her annoyance melted into a bashful blush. Overwhelmed by Y/n's attractiveness, she quickly offered her assistance. Grateful for her kindness, Y/n and the girl began to walk away, engaged in conversation about the school's layout and important locations.

Unbeknownst to them, as they conversed and strolled through the corridors, a shadowy figure watched their every move with intense focus. It appeared that someone was closely observing Y/n, their presence evoking a sense of unease. Who could be watching them so intently.

Y/n, a wide-eyed and nervous newcomer, had finally made it through the school gates alongside the girl who had guided them. As they stepped onto the school grounds, the girl bid y/n farewell and went on her own way. It was now up to y/n to navigate this unfamiliar territory alone.

Walking down the bustling hallway, y/n's gaze darted around, searching for the principal's office. They had been instructed to report there upon arrival. After a brief moment of confusion, y/n stumbled upon a sign pointing towards the principal's office. Following the arrow, they soon found themselves standing in front of a door adorned with a polished wooden plaque that read "Mr. Speedwagon - Founder."

Summoning their courage, y/n knocked on the door and entered when a voice from within called out, giving them permission to come in. Inside the office, they found a distinguished-looking gentleman sitting behind a large desk, his warm smile putting y/n at ease.

"Ah, welcome!" Mr. Speedwagon exclaimed, rising from his seat to greet y/n. "I'm delighted to have another student join our school. Please, have a seat."

Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as they took a chair opposite Mr. Speedwagon. The founder of the school was known for his kind and approachable nature, which made the encounter much less intimidating.

During their conversation, Mr. Speedwagon shared stories about the school's beginnings and its philosophy of fostering a nurturing learning environment. Y/n listened attentively, feeling something or someone watching them..

After expressing their gratitude for the warm welcome, y/n bid Mr. Speedwagon farewell and stepped back into the bustling hallway. As they meandered through the corridors, y/n's attention was drawn to a window overlooking the schoolyard, where a group of students were engaged in spirited play.

Unbeknownst to y/n, members of the group had noticed their presence and were trying to impress them. However, y/n remained oblivious to the attention, their mind preoccupied with exploring the school grounds.

Choosing to wander aimlessly, y/n allowed curiosity to guide their footsteps. They ventured through the school's various facilities, from the library to the laboratories.

Amidst their exploration, y/n recalled Mr. Speedwagon's words: they would officially start attending classes the next day so this must be a day off than why did y/n saw some students here. The thought brought a question and feel suspended about this, but y/n was determined to make the most of their time at the Speedwagon School.

As y/n wandered through the halls of the school, a nagging curiosity tugged at they thoughts. With each step, y/n couldn't help but wonder if there was something extraordinary waiting to be discovered that the school is hiding from.

The school seemed eerily quiet, but y/n thought about the day off and the question was why there was some students are there and maybe there in practice for the next game or more than just the game it's self. The hallways, usually bustling with students, were now deserted, amplifying the sense of mystery that enveloped the building. It was as if the school itself was beckoning y/n to venture deeper into its secrets.

As y/n turned a corner, their eyes fell upon a slightly ajar door. The sign on it read "Art Classroom." With cautious steps, y/n pushed the door open, revealing a dimly lit room.

Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of paint and creativity. Canvases adorned the walls, each one a unique expression of artistic vision. The room seemed frozen in time, as if the last artist to occupy this space had abruptly vanished, leaving their work behind.

Y/n cautiously stepped inside, they eyes scanning the room for any signs of recent activity. The brushes and palettes lay untouched, as if waiting for their creators to return. The stillness was both eerie and captivating, drawing me deeper into the heart of the art classroom.

As y/n moved closer to one of the unfinished paintings, a shiver ran down they spine. The strokes on the canvas seemed to come alive, whispering untold stories and hidden emotions. It was as if the artwork held a secret, waiting for someone to unravel its enigmatic message.

With each step, y/n explored the art classroom, their eyes tracing the intricate details of each masterpiece. The room seemed to hold a certain energy, a creative force that lingered in the air. It was a sanctuary of imagination, a place where dreams and ideas were given life.

As y/n prepared to leave, they noticed a painting hanging on the wall. Curiosity piqued, y/n took a step closer to get a better look at it. The painting showcased a captivating depiction of a person, adorned with exquisite features and intricate details. Eager to explore the artwork further, y/n leaned in to examine it closely.

But more y/n look at it, appeared to depict a figure resembling a person, but there was something unusual about it. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭. Y/n was just about to examine it more closely when suddenly, a sound caught their attention. Startled, Y/n decided to leave the room, but not without a lingering feeling that there was something amiss with that artwork.

Y/n left the art room and found themselves in the hallway. Suspect that someone was here before, y/n was gonna investigate the strange noise as y/n was about to do that a stranger spoke.

"Oh, you must be new here," the kind stranger greeted, a hint of apology in their voice. "Sorry, but it's a day off now, so you can go back if you'd like. But if you decide to stay, I'd like to know what your name is."

Caught off guard by the unexpected invitation, Y/n hesitated for a moment before responding, "My name is Y/n."

"Hello, Y/n," the stranger replied, introducing themselves with a gentle tone. "My name is Kakyoin."

A sense of comfort washed over Y/n as they exchanged names with Kakyoin. Y/n retorted with a smile, "It's nice to meet you, Kakyoin. I think I'll stay and get to know this place a little better."

In the middle of the walk, kakyoin start to ask questions about yourself. (I got lazy, I'm sorry but idk what but I hasn't slept or move but I'm be fine)

［(－－)］zzz

As the day drew to a close, y/n returned to the entrance, ready to leave.

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Yeah done I'm proud of my lazy self :D

You sat attentively in a swanky conference room, surrounded by their fellow FBI agents. The intense atmosphere crackled with anticipation as the chief of the FBI, a stern and authoritative figure, began doling out assignments to the team. One by one, agents were called upon to fulfill their respective roles in the upcoming operation.

As the assignments dwindled down, You feel anxiously awaited You're turn. The chief's gravelly voice finally reached their ears, "Okay, Y/n," the chief began, scrutinizing them over the rim of their glasses, "I've saved the most challenging assignment for you."

You're eyebrows furrowed with curiosity and trepidation. You leaned forward, eager to hear what lay in store for them. "Okay, cool," You replied, attempting to cloak You're nervousness. Suddenly, realization dawned upon You, and You're eyes widened. "Wait what about Angel, she is my partner," Y/n added, referring to their trusted colleague who had accompanied them on numerous successful missions.

The chief's stoic expression did not waver. "Don't worry about that, Y/n," He replied, their voice brimming with authority. "That's why, I'm assigned you a new partner."

Shock and surprise coursed through You're veins like an electric current. You had grown accustomed to Angel's unwavering support and camaraderie, relying on their partner both personally and professionally. You found it hard to fathom working alongside someone new, compromising the bond they had formed over time.

You managed to say immediate concern. "So, who's my partner?" You asked, You're voice betraying a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

The chief's lips formed a tight grin before He responded, "I've assigned you to our new recruit, Leon Kennedy."

(Sike I got you)

"Hudson," He words oozing with a sense of finality.

Hudson greets the Chief, joins You and sites besides you, You Taking a deep breath, so You nodded, with Hudson by You're side, You had no option but to push aside You're hesitations and embrace this new chapter of You're career.

You, a skilled FBI agent, was assigned a dangerous undercover mission. You're mission? To infiltrate a high school as either a teacher or student to uncover a drug dealer operating within its walls. As a seasoned agent, You had faced countless challenges in You're career, but this assignment presented a unique set of circumstances that demanded utmost caution and delicacy.

"Why do I have to go to school?" You questioned the FBI chief. He responded, "You're good looking person and most skilled among us, and Hudson will assist you."

Curious, You ask, "What's the school's name?" The Chief responds to both you and Hudson. "The school is called Speedwagon foundation School"

(Idk what to called it so this will do)

So You with You're new partner Hudson Accepting the mission, You fully embraced their new identity as an undercover teacher or student, depending on the specific situation and the needs of the assignment. With a carefully constructed cover story, You seamlessly blended into the school's environment, gaining the trust of both faculty and fellow students.

"I'm looking forward to seeing this how this goes down."

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