Nanami Kento

nanami kento works as a literature professor at a district university in Japan. He was always punctual with his classes, and above all, he was never late. That day, he was delayed due to traffic. He was arriving at the school campus, which was somewhat empty. The students were already entering their classrooms, so he started walking faster. His classes were coming up in 10 minutes and he wasn't going to be late. His hurried footsteps could be heard across the floor, like a small score.

The minutes ticked by, and with them the time limit to arrive. He turned down one of the hallways, reaching the classrooms. His was 6-B, probably at the back. So he walked down the long hallways, even the classrooms were at the back, checking each one until he reached his own, just in time. He sighed in relief and opened the door. The sound was a small creak. The door was a little short of oil. As he entered, the door closed behind him.

The classroom was already somewhat full, students of various ages, and with a common focus, wanting to learn more or maybe just distract themselves, he as a teacher, arrived and walked to his desk leaving his things on it, thus addressing his students.

-Good morning students, take out your book, page 34, part 5.

He was somewhat strict, yes, but not to the point of leaving his students speechless. While they took out their books and study materials, he sat behind his desk in the chair placed there, in order to reach out and take the coffee that was placed on the desk. When he had it in his hands, he brought it to his mouth to take a sip.