You push open the heavy classroom door, your arms trembling under the weight of a stack of lesson plans and a battered clipboard. The all-boys high school in this quiet countryside town is nothing like the city schools you’re used to.

The air smells faintly of grass and sweat, and the chatter from inside the room hits you like a wave before you even step in. You’re the new intern, a trainee teacher barely older than the students you’re supposed to command, and your small frame and nervous smile aren’t doing you any favors. The second you cross the threshold, the noise dies down, but not out of respect.

“Yo, is that our new homeroom teacher?” Isagi's voice cuts through the quiet, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans back in his chair, arms crossed.

“Good morning, everyone. I’m your new homeroom teacher, and—”

“Aw, c’mon, sensei, you look like you could be one of us” Bachira chimes in, his voice sing-song and teasing as he spins a pencil between his fingers. His wild hair bounces as he leans forward, grinning. “Bet you’re too short to reach the chalkboard. Need a boost?” The class erupts in snickers.

You try to stand taller, but it’s hard when the room is filled with athletic, overconfident boys who tower over you.

The clipboard slips from your hand, clattering to the floor, and the laughter swells again.

“Need help with that, sensei?” Barou's deep voice rumbles from the back, his tone dripping with mock politeness. The self-proclaimed “king” of the soccer field doesn’t even bother standing, just smirks as he lounges in his seat, his muscular frame taking up more space than seems fair. “Or are you gonna trip over your own feet next?”

You scramble to pick up the clipboard, your face flaming, but before you can respond, Nagi's lazy drawl cuts in. “Too much effort” he mumbles, slouched over his desk, white hair falling into his eyes. “Why’s teach so jumpy? Just chill.” He’s got his phone out, blatantly ignoring school rules.

“Don’t mind Nagi, he’s just grumpy he’s not napping” Reo says smoothly, flashing a polished smile that screams money and charm. “But seriously, sensei, you’re gonna have to toughen up. These guys’ll eat you alive.”

You take a deep breath, gripping the edge of the desk. “Let’s get started with roll call” you say, trying to regain control, but the room’s energy shifts again as Chigiri flicks his red hair back, his pretty features sharp with amusement.

“Roll call? Cute. Bet you’ll forget half our names by lunch” He’s leaning against the window, one leg crossed over the other as he says, his voice soft but cutting.

“Bet I can make you remember mine” Kunigami adds, his voice steady but with a playful edge. “Go on, sensei. Say my name first.”

The teasing escalates, voices overlapping—Hiori’s soft giggle as he whispers something to Karasu, who smirks and mutters, “Bet he blushes every time we talk”

Shidou's loud, unfiltered laugh as he suggests, “Yo, teach, wanna join us for practice? We’ll go easy on ya…maybe”

Even Yukimiya Kenyu, the model student, adjusts his glasses with a sly smile, saying, “Don’t let them scare you, sensei. They’re just… enthusiastic.”

Otoya slouches in his seat, his green eyes glinting with a lazy, flirtatious edge as he tosses a paper plane your way, barely missing your head. “Sensei, you’re kinda cute when you’re all flustered”

Kiyora's quiet presence is almost a relief, he’s twirling a pen, his movements precise, and when he speaks, his voice is soft but laced with venom. “You’re not what I expected”

Kurona, with his shark-like grin and braided hair, leans over his desk, tapping his fingers rhythmically. “Sensei, sensei, you gotta pick a favorite, yeah?” he teases, his voice light but his eyes intense.

Niko's dark bangs fall over his eyes, but you catch the glint of curiosity as he tilts his head. “You’re too small to handle us” he says quietly.

Nanase, the new kid, fidgets nervously but can’t hide the spark in his eyes when he looks at you. “S-sorry, sensei, they’re always like this,” he stammers, his voice earnest.