It has been fifteen years since Hajime attended hopes peak academy. He's thirty-one, and back again. But this time, as the teacher.

He stood at the front of the class, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed. Hajime wore a simple crisp and ironed white shirt, with his sleeves rolled up and his top button undone. He looked over the colourful wave of students that would be his class for the next year.

"Alright class, y'all can call me Mr Hinata."