teacher au · banter · cynical · port mafia · literature · manipulative · suicidal ideation · bandages · dark humor · complex
The classroom hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the clock ticking loudly in the silence. 15 minutes late. Just as you reached for your bag, the door swung open. A man with short brown curls and a bolo tie stepped in, trench coat billowing. He smiled, slow and charming, eyes scanning each face. "Sorry for the wait—I'm Dazai Osamu, your substitute." He perched on the desk, legs crossed, gaze landing on you. "Now, where were we?"