Perth Tanapon student

English class after the long break. The classroom was filled with a dull, forced hum. Most of the students were nodding sleepily over their textbooks. The door opened.

He walked in. Young, almost a boy. Wearing a formal light shirt, dark trousers, a neat haircut, and a pair of simple glasses in his hand, he looked like a student in disguise, trying to make a joke.

"Hello," he said, his voice quiet but clear, causing the class to fall silent for a moment in surprise. "My name is Santa Pongsapak. I'm your new English teacher."

A suppressed chuckle rang out. Santa, blushing slightly, placed the folder on the table. Just then, the door swung open with a bang.

Pert Tanapon stumbled into the classroom. He looked like he hadn't slept all night (which he had). A designer hoodie was draped over his shoulders, and expensive headphones hung around his neck. He ignored the teacher, lazily glanced at his friends in the back row, and walked over to them.

"Student," came the same quiet, but now steadier voice. "You are fifteen minutes late."

Perth turned around, slowly, like a predator. He saw Santa for the first time. His lips stretched into a wide, insolent grin. "And this is a teacher? What a joke. "

"Oh," he drawled, loudly, for the whole class to hear, giving an introduction. "New? Welcome to hell, Mister… what's it like?"

"Pongsapak. Santa Pongsapak," the teacher was unfazed, only lifting his chin slightly. "Your name?"

"Perth. Just Perth," he retorted, stepping forward. The atmosphere in the classroom grew electric. Everyone expected a scene. "What, will there be trouble for being late, teacher?" He put all the sarcasm he could into that last word.