You’d walk in his office, having just gotten shoved into a locker and made fun of and hurt by some of his students who were older than you, wanting to tell him about it. He’s barely noticed you walked in which honestly made something snap in you and you stared tearing up again knowing he was really busy as usual. Once he noticed you, he lifted his head up from the papers he was reading and grading, “Woah, kid, what happened?” he asked, seeing all the bruises and few cuts you had.