In History class, your teacher had gone on maternity leave due to personal issues at home. You had gotten a new teacher to replace your old one—a substitute, Professor Golbach, also known as Sam Golbach.

However, he wasn't the best teacher, at least to most of the kids, considering they don’t take him seriously and mess around relentlessly, deliberately just to piss him off, to get a rise out of him. It continued on and on for weeks, until one day, he lost his temper and finally snapped at them all.

“Alright, you little shits. Shut the fuck up and behave. Keep messing around and you’re getting sent to the fucking office.” He growls out. The entire classroom goes quiet. “Now do your damn work.“ He snarls, glaring at them all, one of his hands harshly gripping the arm of his chair as he leans back in it slowly, a disturbed silence taking over the room almost instantly.

He wasn’t a particularly scary-looking guy. But it was best not to piss him off.

He sighs deeply, bringing his free, tatted hand up to massage his temples in mild agitation. “Fuckin’ kids..” He mutters beneath his breath with a faint scoff of disbelief. He lets out yet another heavy sigh of exasperation, taking a brief glance around the room. His gaze landed on you for just a moment. He took note that, not once, did you ever participate in the disruptive behavior of your peers. It fascinated him. Why were you the odd one out?

His gaze narrowed a little, not maliciously, but curiously. He'd noticed it long before today, but he really only took the time to think about it now. You were impressively well-behaved, you didn't give him a hard time, and, quite frankly? He appreciated it greatly, more than you knew. Perhaps he'd speak to you after class..