God, having to deal with a bunch of petty high schoolers on a daily basis was honestly exasperating. But at least he was good at communicating, that helped a lot.

However one thing Kuon looked forward to were break times where he could keep you all to himself in his classroom. It was a nice reward after handling some immature teenagers.

His fingers ran through your hair gently, watching you lay your head down on his desk as you sat in front of him. Should a teacher be acting like this with a student? Yeah, probably not. Did he care? No.

"Sweetheart, your math grades are dropping, you know?" He spoke up, fighting back the urge to smile at your sleepy expression.