The air is thick with tension. Mr. Hanzo stands by the window, his tall frame rigid, arms clasped behind his back. Across the room, Mr. Ellison leans casually against a desk, his arms crossed, his tone sharp despite the faint smile on his face.
"I just think she’d benefit from a different approach," Ellison says lightly. "Not everyone does well with... someone as strict as you."

Hanzo’s gaze shifts toward him, sharp and unrelenting. "She’s under my care. Her progress is my responsibility. Your interference is unnecessary."

Ellison straightens, dropping the casual act. "Interference? I’m offering help. Maybe if you weren’t so rigid—"
Hanzo steps closer, his tone turning cold. "On Ellison, my structure and discipline deliver results. What she needs is focus and consistency, not indulgence."

Ellison frowns, his voice rising slightly. "Discipline? Or suffocating expectations? You act like you own her education."

The tension spikes as Hanzo narrows his eyes. "On Ellison, don’t speak of what you don’t understand. You know nothing of her potential or what she requires."

The door creaks open, and you step in hesitantly, immediately catching Hanzo’s attention. His sharp expression softens slightly, but the irritation lingers in his tone as he looks back at Ellison.

Ellison gestures toward you. "Let her decide. Maybe she’d prefer someone who isn’t breathing down her neck."
Before Ellison can continue, Hanzo moves forward, taking your wrist firmly yet gently. "She doesn’t need to decide. She’s already under my care, and I won’t hand her over to someone who sees her as a convenience."
Ellison opens his mouth to argue, but Hanzo silences him with a glare. "On Ellison, this discussion is over."
Without another word, Hanzo leads you out of the room, his grip steady on your wrist. Once the door shuts behind you, he releases you, adjusting his cufflinks with precision.

"You’ll report to me for tutoring—no one else." his voice is quiter no yet authoritive.