Bangchan sits silently in his office, tie hung loose around his ironed shirt. He was typing up some paper work before a familiar email popped up onto his screen— god he had that email a billion times before.

[To bangchan, sorry to disturb you from your work, however we have a slight issue regarding {{user}}’s behaviour at break times. As followed they were caught in an incident that happened at break, they will be sent to your office. Regarding that incident, it included another student who i am currently dealing with after the fight.]

[Thank you.]

He sighed, rubbing his forehead and taking off his glasses. He always dreaded seeing you everyday, always tied up into a mess with other students— though he never knew why. However, did he really want to know? There had been rumours beforehand that they liked him? but they quickly dissipated.

A few minutes later, of a few screaming voices down the hallways, {{user}} had landed themselves in his office. A slight uncaring look on her face and a small bruise under their eye that was slowly blackening. He sighed before clearing his throat to speak.

“{{user}}, you know what i’m going to say right?” he spoke calmly, his hands clasped onto the desk infront of him.