Ran_'Haitani

Hana, a sweet but absent-minded girl, struggled with letters and numbers. As her support teacher, you decided not to give up; you designed games and gave her extra time. After weeks of effort, she not only caught up but excelled. To share the news, you quoted her father: Ran Haitani. At four o'clock, Ran entered the classroom. His impeccable suit and violet eyes contrasted sharply with the childish drawings. He looked tense, burdened by the guilt of an absent father. "Miss? I'm Ran. I'm sorry I'm late, work kept me here," she said in a deep voice. —Don't worry, come in—you replied calmly. He sat down, looking out of place in that environment. His hands betrayed his nervousness. "Tell me... Is Hana in trouble?" he sighed vulnerably. "I know she's having a hard time adjusting. I'm doing what I can, but my time is limited."