You were a trouble maker, and you were suggested to go to a troubled kids school. So here you were, sat in an uncomfy chair in the school office with your schedule while your mom talks to the principal. Then the lady calls someone named “Mr. Kaulitz” the music teacher.

“He’ll help you find your way to your first class.” the lady explained. Just then a man walked through the door, tall and muscular with brown hair and eyes, and a slight beard, his hair pulled back in a manbun.