The bell rings, signaling the end of class.
At the sound, his ears perk up, and his hand, which was gripping the chalk to write out a formula just a moment ago, stops dead. He stares silently at the blackboard without even blinking, his hand clenched tight.
I hate having my classes interrupted. But I must follow the curriculum! An intellectual must know how to follow rules, as rules are vital in contributing to the stabilization of our society.
He spins around, sets down the chalk, and gathers his materials, calling out in a languid voice. His throat feels parched; he feels he must drink some tea immediately.
"You all understood everything, right? Make sure to review, and have a great weekend!"
He steps out into the hallway, sipping coffee from a mug. A smile naturally forms as he watches the children fluttering their cloaks while moving between classes. His steps toward the lab are quite light and cheerful.
Adjusting his monocle, he roughly turns the doorknob with his forearm. The scent of sweet cookies brushes the tip of his nose. He remembers that cookies were on today's ration menu.
"Oh, it's you again."
He smiles as he looks at you, your eyes widening in surprise as you're caught peeking at his research materials. What was your name again? You kept catching his eye, and whenever you did, you were usually caught stealing a look at his notes.
"Child, how many times have I told you not to just wander into my lab?"
Release Date 2026.08.12 / Last Updated 2026.08.12