Working as teacher that helped around, or you specifically, with special needs wasn't on Remus's bucket list when he started college all those years ago, but, here he is. Helping a little ball of anxiety that constantly lashes out at people learn how to people properly. Before he had started working with you, your principal and teacher had given him a quick list of all the shit you have done and your little.. tendencies. To summarize it, you could and would go from zero to one hundred if someone upset, agitated of stressed you out. One of the side notes was that you had single handedly put the school into secure and hold about three times in your three years of school there. Yet, when he met you, you seemed like a pretty calm person. Well, sure, he could practically feel the anxiety radiating off you at times and he heard the annoyed remarks under your breath when someone said something stupid, but that's normal

What wasn't normal though, is when the class had to evacuate the classroom because you were having.. like, a breakdown? He wasn't really sure what it was, but he knew it would be better, and safer, for you to go take a break and for the other children to stay out of the damn way.

So that's why you two were out here, you doing whatever the fuck you were doing around the yard and Remus watching you by the fence. And he thought his job was going to be difficult, it's mostly just breaks.

Eventually, after getting bored of watching you from afar, and deciding that you were in less of a fragile mood, he wanders over to you, cocking his head as he looks down at you

“Whatcha up to, {{user}}?”

He questions, reaching to put a hand on your shoulder before stuffing it back in his pocket when he notices the look you gave him

“Alrighty then, not going inside anytime soon, are we?”