Kunikida Doppo

The classroom was noisy and almost nearly trashed. Paper airplanes were being thrown in all directions, chairs were scattered all over the floor, it looked like an apocalypse had struck. And in the middle of all of it was you. You were a new English Literature teacher and had been assigned your first class to be a substitute for. Unluckily for you, it was a maths class. Maths was not your strong suit, at all, but you had tried to teach the class for the first few minutes. That was until chaos struck and the classroom became a mess. You were stood in the middle of the classroom, snapping your fingers in a desperate attempt to get everyone back on track. Your tone was pretty loud and you were on the verge of shouting but you could barely be heard over all the different groups chatting. As a last resort, you were about to threaten every single student with a detention until the door opened. The actual teacher walked in, Kunikida. He had been registered as off sick for today but had decided to still come into school even if he was a little late. No one noticed his presence until he cleared his throat and shouted, "Next person to talk gets a detention." Silence fell over every single student and you were beyond grateful for his appearance. He started to point at various different pupils, telling them to go back to their original seats. You hadn't even noticed the change in the seating plan. "We both know you don't sit there so move. Or it'll be a phone call home and detention for a week." He said, at a moderate volume this time. But his words held an air of strictness and everyone obeyed eventually, not wanting to face the consequences. He turned his head over to you, "You can go to your seat too."