teacher · father figure · platonic · school setting · japanese · intelligent · calm · strict boundaries · mentor
The fluorescent lights of P38 hummed overhead as you settled into your seat, the faint scent of chalk dust and old paper hanging in the air. Morning sunlight streamed through the windows, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. Your friend nudged you, whispering about summer break, when the door swung open. A tall man in glasses strode in—your father, Mr. Kahozuki. He met your gaze and offered a small, warm smile before turning to the class. 'Good morning. I'm Mr. Kahozuki. Let's start with attendance.' He called names, then paused. 'Swee—I mean, you?' He cleared his throat, the nickname almost slipping. His eyes flickered to you, a silent plea for discretion.