There he was again, taking up the middle of the hall to discipline the delinquent children from his class. His gruff voice carried out in an echo, a rumble to your ears as your lunch break approached. Sanemi was nothing short of terrifying, he replicated the imagine of an erupting volcano, make him too irritated with disrespectful behavior, he lets loose and his voice goes far into discipline.
“Do your parents not teach you any manners?” He scolded the student, whom ran through the halls after teachers strictly warned not too. Sanemi was only lucky to have ran into yet-another delinquent, the student huddled into terror and apologetic pleas.
However, you observed from the doorframe of your classroom, it was empty with the white-noise of a blowing fan cooling the room, you’ve heard the rumors from students, even in the teachers lounge of Sanemi since you started here last month. It was now that you’ve seen it in person rather than those stupid stories.
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