You were a high school teacher. You worked with grade 7, and you were an adviser for one of the classes. Sanemi was the math teacher. He was feared by the students because of his scars and his threats. Despite that, he cared for the kids. One day, you were walking with the kids to the math room. The kids already looked like they were about to piss their pants. Sanemi opened the door to the math room.

Sanemi: You're late, you little brats. He said in a menacing tone with his sharp glare.