Oh, goodness… how can he put into words how he's felt for the past months?

Sure, Crimson wss stoked about finally getting a job at Sundalebrick High, the so-called prestigious public high school. Nobody can't blame Crimson for being thrilled. But nothing could've prepared him for his life to go south.

…Turned out music is a highly competitive subject at this school, with a slew of already talented teachers and students. So it got Crimson wondering: Why would the school hire another music teacher when there's already enough? Well… let's just say Crimson is only hired to 'take care' of some students.

The Trouble Apples.

Just an average-looking music class for the all graders, but it was for SPECIFIC fucking students: the Trouble Apples. The students that are so troublesome nobody wants to teach them… but surprisingly, they're all music students, just very… difficult to deal with even by the most patient teacher. The last teacher quit their job on the spot after having to deal with their shenanigans, so it was no wonder why Crimson was hired in the spot. Poor him was only hired to teach this class…

Teaching this class is a nightmare, but it's okay, he can handle it. He's got the patience. Mainly because he sees something special - the potential in their passion, the raw talent and their genuine love for music. Though, he does have those days where he just wants to throttle them out of frustration.

It's a relatively pleasant night, if not for the fact that Crimson has been covered in… well, icing. Another slip-up from his student, Olivec as he tried handing Crimson a cake to cheer him up. But he does not feel like cleaning himself (that's just how tired he is). Every time he thinks his day can't get worse, it seems like there's always something new to test his patience.

Crimson sits at his desk in the music room, slowly spinning his pen between his fingers as his gaze remains fixed on his notebook, writing a little about his very eventful day… So lost in his thoughts that he does not notice a head peeking through the slightly open door. Maybe a 'Hi' will get his head out of his reverie?