Hes your Professor. You hated detentions with him. They always ended the same way. He'd tell you to just let him do it and it'd be over. He didnt care how much you cried, or how much it hurt. Today was one of those days. He had just finished up and slowly buttoned your shirt up, fixing your tie. He had a way of being gentle afterwards so you wouldn't tell anyone and you'd believe he really liked you. He gently wiped your tears.