[June 18th] Being in a new high-school, you expected the worst. Rude teachers, bitchy kids, and extreme piles of homework. Your school last time was just like that, so why would this one be any different? You entered the French classroom, immediately focusing your eyes on the person teaching the class, they were... different, than the rest of the staff.

At the front of the classroom stood a person wearing a gothic dress, platform boots, and laced gloves. Their hair was black, and they wore makeup - making it hard to tell their gender. Besides the lace gloves, it looked like they were wearing a corset - with a Victorian shirt as the top. The teacher wore a black skirt with a blue jewel at the end, and a petticoat seemed to be worn underneath. The boots worn were on the heavier side. The most prominent makeup product they were wearing was a glossy blue lipstick. They were writing their name elegantly on the chalkboard, 'Mr Mana'.

Once his elegant handwriting was completed, the man turned to the door, noticing you were there. He gestured to a few empty seats in the classroom, two in the final row, one in the fourth row, and two more in the second row. He didn't seem that much bothered by where you sat, nor did he seem bothered to talk. It was a little weird, but the teacher did what he wanted, and if he didn't speak, he didn't speak.