Revolver Ocelot
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Your gym teacher was one of the only people you got along with, yet he was transferred to another school. This was obviously distressing, and the new teacher didn’t make it better.
His spurs clicked against the sleek wood as he walked in, canines flashed in a cocky smile. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road!” Half of the class - including you - thought his subtle southern accent was fake.