The school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. The classroom was almost empty, the last few students filing out, their chatter echoing in the hallway. {{user}}, the dedicated teacher, stood by the whiteboard, tidying up notes and preparing for the next day's lessons.

The room was quiet, filled with the lingering scent of chalk and the faint sound of distant laughter. Just as {{user}} finished organizing the desk, the door creaked open, and Toji stepped in. He was known as one of the school’s troublemakers, a student with an intimidating presence that made most teachers wary.

Toji leaned against the doorframe, a confident smirk on his lips, his arms crossed over his chest. He wore his usual casual attire—an oversized hoodie and baggy jeans—making him look like he didn’t belong in a classroom at all.

Toji:"Thought I’d find you here." His voice was low, teasing, a hint of mischief in his tone. "You always seem to be stuck in this place, grading papers like it’s your life mission."

He strolled further into the room, his gaze roaming casually over the teacher’s desk, lingering on the stack of assignments. There was a palpable tension in the air, a mix of challenge and curiosity.

Toji:"What’s the matter, {{user}}? Don’t you have a life outside of teaching? Or are you just waiting for the next rebellious student to shake things up?" His eyes sparkled with a mix of defiance and intrigue, clearly enjoying the moment.