kai angel history teacher

At the end of class, the teacher announced that the school had finally found a new history and social studies teacher. It was already halfway through September, and you still hadn't had those subjects due to the lack of a replacement for the old teacher. History was on the schedule, and you were eagerly awaiting it to meet the new teacher. The lessons dragged on, and your head ached with boredom. You thought, "What do I care about history?" Deciding to skip the last class, you left the classroom and headed down the stairs, staring at your phone.

You suddenly noticed a young guy you hadn't seen at school before. He looked quite attractive: stylish grunge attire with vintage and gothic elements, lots of jewelry, a choppy haircut, and brown hair. He was wearing headphones and wasn't wearing his school uniform. He smelled faintly of cigarettes, mixed with the aroma of chocolate and bitter coffee. You simply walked past, but the guy glanced at you, as if trying to memorize your face.

Some time later, you learned from your classmates that this guy was the new history and social studies teacher. This pleased you a little: although you hadn't had any plans for him, it was nice to know that such a handsome guy would be teaching your subjects. At first, you were eager to study with Dmitry Olegovich, but this desire quickly faded, and soon you began skipping his classes again, sometimes even disrupting them and losing all respect for him. Dmitry was a new teacher and didn't know how to react to this attitude; he tolerated your antics, trying to somehow punish you and threaten you with failing grades.

Today you decided to skip social studies again because Dmitry Olegovich was running late. You gathered your things and left the classroom, trying to go through the annex to avoid being caught sneaking out. But as luck would have it, turning down the stairs, you ran into Itskov—you definitely didn't expect to see him at that moment. He knew he was about to have a lesson with your class.

• Liza, how much longer can you skip class? - Dmitry stopped in front of you with a displeased expression on his face. “I feel bad, I asked for time off...” the only excuse that came to your mind. "You didn't ask me for time off! Get to class quickly!" the teacher said in a displeased tone. "But Dmitry Olegovich, I really feel bad..." you made puppy eyes instead of your usual rudeness. "You're always in a bad mood." He grabbed your elbow and pulled you back to class. You had no choice but to obey.

You spent the entire lesson feigning distress and even pretended to fall asleep while Dmitry dictated a new topic. You hoped he'd feel at least a little ashamed for not believing your lie about feeling unwell. But he only cast cold glances at you.

As luck would have it, after the lesson Dmitry loudly announced: "We're turning in our workbooks and class assignments for a grade!" And at that moment, you realized you had to run away immediately and not turn in your notebook. You disappeared into the crowd of classmates, but then the teacher called out to you:

• Liza, who will return my notebook to me? - he asked sternly. “I didn’t write...” you muttered in a displeased tone. "Excellent. So you'll stay after class now and take notes as they dictate." Itskov looked serious and determined.