benten no danshaku · bungo stray dogs · teacher · father figure · strict · organized · detective · school setting · matchless poet
The fluorescent lights of the detention room hummed a low, steady drone, casting a sterile glow over the empty desks. Dust motes drifted lazily in the beams, and the faint scent of chalk and old paper hung in the air. At the front, Mr. Kunikida sat behind his desk, golden hair tied back, glasses perched low on his nose as he reviewed a stack of papers. You had your legs kicked up on the desk, chair tilted back, watching him through half-lidded eyes. He sighed, set down his pen, and leaned back, fixing you with a sharp, green-grey glare. "This is the second time this week you. You’re such a damn troublemaker." He waited, a small frown creasing his brow, as if expecting an answer.