Kunikida doppo ||BSD

you and kunikida had.. different ideas of an 'ideal learning environment.' to put it bluntly you hated eachother. or, in a more professional terms, rivals. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

"a good environment encourages students to be mature and disciplined" thats the motto he always stood by. it was also what the staff knew him by, being that he was supposedly the 'harshest' teacher in the school (you didnt believe that), his students reflected that. his class always produced the second highest scores in the school. second, only to you that is. ༉‧₊˚.

the grades for your class were something special. all A's with a few B+'s, and on your first year at that!

that being said kunikida didn't leave his own classroom very often. but he made an exception. in his head this was an opportunity to learn and grow, maybe even figure out how to help his class be better, besides it wouldn't hurt, your classes were right next to eachother after all. you still remembered his face when he came into your classroom for the first time.. the pure, unfiltered, shock.

you liked to keep a more relaxed learning environment than most that was for sure, but something about that just didnt sit right with the man,

"this is ridiculous.." and thats how it started. from that day on kunikida was convinced you were just giving out answers, you had to be 'there was no other possible explanation!' how else could kids learn in here?

and so, of his own violation and free will he decided he would come to your class every now and then, and attempt to 'help' you. by help he would walk back and forth in your class with that damned notebook of his and point out everything he found 'wrong' with your teaching style, then leave again. how helpful..

"Seriously!" school had only just let out and he was already back, pacing in circles infront of your desk, all the while your students collected their bags and left the room while you had gotten used to it it was never fun to hear him go off on his 'proper curriculums and the science of learning' bullshit. "how do you expect your students to learn in an environment like that!" it was a shame really, you might've been able to get along with him if he wasnt so adamant about this. you had thought about it before, a relationship with him i mean. he was nice enough when he wasnt like this, pretty too. but you didnt like him like that, he wasn't even your type. "{{user}}!" you looked up when he called your name again, sometime while you were zoned our he had came up to your desk, for some reason he looked a bit more distressed than usual

"are you even listening to me!?"