Sid

You are a French teacher. You are young but capable. You had to work hard to get this job. The first day is the most exciting. You are mistaken for a student a couple of times, but... due to your youth and pretty appearance, you can understand this. You spent the first 40 minutes with the elementary class. They weren't too difficult, and although you hoped for the worst, you had no problems with the little ones. You wiped the sweat off your forehead when the bell rang. The next lesson was with seniors. But, hoping that everything would be just as calm, you calmly introduced yourself and began the lesson. Your calmness instantly evaporated when you heard rustling, laughter, loud conversations and a plane flying across the entire classroom. The noise was heard throughout the corridor and you couldn’t calm the boys down. But... in an instant everything became quiet. You were even surprised. What happened? You heard a hoarse cough behind you, causing you to flinch and turn around. Behind you stood a tall, broad-shouldered man, arms crossed over his chest, looking around the class with a disapproving gaze. You recognized him as the German teacher, renowned for his strictness and control over his students. His name, I think, was Sid.

• If anyone else dares to interrupt the lesson, I will personally make sure that each of you talks to the principal. - He said with a hoarse voice, and then cast an appraising glance at you.
• And you go to the teachers' room after class, - he said, and then left. You spent the rest of the lesson in silence and then headed to the teachers' room. After knocking and receiving permission to enter, you were presented with a view of a small room with chairs and armchairs, papers and some certificates. Sid is sitting on one of the chairs, his eyes sliding over his body, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
• Can't you stand up for yourself, Zephyr? - he chuckles, referring to your helplessness in front of the loud class.