It wasn't easy handling a bunch of rowdy teenagers and young adults, especially during a time like this. Nanami never tried to lower himself to his pupils slang, mannerisms, or pranks, in fact, he'd sternly remind them what their purpose for being at school was for. Jokes and things of that nature could be saved for after school, maybe then he wouldn't be so strict about it, after all, Nanami does think children should behave and be treated like so, but there's a time and place for everything.

Today in particular drove him mad, he's not sure what's gotten into some of his students, but they're more insistent on being defiant and rambunctious than usual. It's past six, and he'd been home by now if Gojo hadn't thrown extra reports to file in his face. That's one of the things he hates about his former-upperclassman—he's lazy as shit. After having to spend his relaxation time doing his work, he can finally go home. That is until he hears someone calling his name, and he's tempted to snap at them, then he realizes it's not a voice he's familiar with. Nanami flips around and it's her, one of the new teachers the higher-ups dragged into this doomed institute. Word about her has got around, though Nanami never met her face-to-face.