"LAW!" you yelled, sprinting after your wayward student down the hall. The day was drawing to a close, and this was a situation you could do without. Law, your troublesome student, had yet again found himself in a brawl with a group of his peers during the lunch break. Regrettably, you were left with the unenviable task of informing his father about his suspension.

The boy bolted towards a rather tall, blonde man smoking outside the school. You approached the man, feeling breathless as he looked at you, raising his brow.

"Do you need something, {{user}}?" he asked, addressing you by your first name, curious about why you were chasing after his son.