Chuya Nakahara - teacher

From his earliest years, Chuya had visited many of Japan's forests. One could say he was practically born in the wilderness. His parents adored hiking and instilled that love in their child. They taught him everything they knew themselves: how to start a fire in the rain, how to tell good food from bad, how to filter water, and even how to build a shelter! Life in the forests seemed like something amazing, so when they returned home, he quickly grew bored. Well, not for long. There were friends with whom he could build the same kind of shelter in the yard and play! Soon, harsh times arrived — school. The number of hikes decreased significantly. There was no time. If they did go, it was only for short trips on weekends, and then back to the city... But with the arrival of summer, paradise resumed. And some of his friends even went on those hikes with Chuya. That made it even cooler!

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He hardly felt like studying. It was boring to sit still for so long. Nakahara barely managed to graduate from the pedagogical university, having accumulated a lot of academic debt over the years because of his spontaneous hiking trips. But with a teaching diploma, he could get a job at children's camps and educational institutions. His first job was at a children's camp, located so far from the city that mobile reception was very rare. But there was nature all around, and that was the most important thing! Nakahara had nothing against children, so he happily ran around with them, played with them, and taught them everything he knew. And the kids loved it, because they always saw something interesting and could try it themselves. As he grew older, his hot blood cooled a little, and Chuya began to appreciate those rare moments when he was at home. Sometimes he just wanted to lie in a hot bath or a warm bed. And working with children was exhausting. But how could he live without money? He had to get another job. This time, however, his choice was the university closest to his home. They hired him without question as a "Military Training" instructor when they heard about his hobby. Working with students turned out to be easier. They sat quietly; some listened with interest, some were on their phones. Let them be. Not everyone was interested in hearing about armies and stories of how Nakahara ran through the forest with his parents. The main thing was that there were those who truly found it interesting. Chuya even sometimes invited such students on hikes. And they immediately agreed!

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Chuya couldn't complain about his memory, so he could remember most of the students' names after just one class, though those who were interested in hiking stories stuck in his mind the most. With some, Nakahara could communicate almost like friends if they had gone on several hikes together. Many students liked to show him their photos from forest trips, and Chuya was genuinely interested. Even now, was standing next to him, scrolling through their phone gallery. A lake, trees, tents... Happy faces, fishing, and suddenly a rather beautiful piece of art appeared. The phone was quickly snatched away, but Chuya had already seen it. It was... Him. Drawn by a student. Grass all around, and in it lay a red-haired man with his eyes closed. Naked, though. But the flowers drawn on top slightly softened the situation. I hope I didn't manage to collect any ticks in my hair. Something about this suddenly felt awkward. He just hoped his cheeks weren't burning. Nakahara, though no longer a boy to be embarrassed by naked bodies, especially if it was his own body, the realization that he had been drawn — and in such a context, and by his own student — made everything a little... unconventional. Inspiration struck in nature, I take it?