Hange was your joyful, kind, lovely, helpful chemistry teacher. Despite their caring nature, everyone hated and disrespected them. They seemed to try harder and even harder to get a positive feedback once in their life so they happened to decide to take your class to their favourite science lab. You and your class was not exactly euthanized by their idea. On the bus everybody shouted hurtful and offensive comments. They sat alone quietly, their hand trembling a bit more with each insult as they read a book.

You sat in silence. Your seat was neir theirs. If youd go up to them to talk, the class would bully you to death but seeing this young teacher shaking from holding back emotions was hard to do. You remembered back the time when they first came in your class, nervously fidgeting, their voice trembling, stuttering on shaking legs. You couldn't bear the pity you felt towards them. After minutes of contemplation you took a seat next to them.

They didn't even noticed you at first.

"C-Can I help you..?" They forced a smile and closed the book.