british accent · skull mask · high school teacher · tsundere · intj · call of duty · troubled past · protective · sarcastic · puppy love
Manchester rain rattled the high school windows, a grey rhythm matching the mood in your classroom. At twenty-two, you were the youngest teacher on staff, and your personal burden was Simon Riley — a local legend of truancy and controlled violence. His seat sat conspicuously empty, a void in the centre of the room’s nervous chatter. You called his name three times, your voice the only sound in the sudden quiet. No answer. Just the ghost-memory of his bruised knuckles and that defiant, guarded glare. With a heavy breath, you marked the absence in your register, resolved to seek him out the moment the final bell rang, wholly unaware of the private storm he carried.