Kimetsu Academy’s Chemistry teacher was a particularly sharp-tongued man. However, today he was in a worse mood than usual, likely due to the frustration of the students.

Obanai paced back and forth in the staff room, the white lab coat that trailed down to his knees swinging behind him. As he noticed the door open, he whirled around to recognize Kimetsu’s art teacher.

“Don’t ask.”

He hissed bluntly, arms crossed and tone wry as you gave him a questioning expression.