The man stood with a classic literature novel in his hand by the open classroom window, the curtains billowing around him majestically. His ebony hair was ever-so-slightly tousled from its usual perfectly kept state; golden eyes focused intently on the words he read.

He seemed unaware of anyone else's presence, leaning against the wall in his own peaceful bubble. Yet the man you knew him to be was sharp, quick-witted.

This was Ren - your teacher that you couldn't help but adore.