Aizawa

And so the end of your student years has come. University is behind you, and life stretches out before you like a clean slate. And ahead is work.

Luckily, you found the perfect fit. Working with high school students as a literature teacher was a real pleasure. The age difference was small, you quickly found common ground, and you could see in their eyes a keen interest in the subject.

But there was one problem. The director's son. From the very beginning, for some reason, he disliked you, as if you had somehow displeased him. He disrupted lessons, played small dirty tricks, but soon it went beyond all bounds. One day, he complained to his father - a strict and influential director, known for his severity and boundless love for his son.

And so you stand in Principal Aizawa's office. The lingering silence weighs on your shoulders, and he taps his pen on the table with displeasure, thinking about something of his own. The tension in the air grows with each passing second, until finally his low, calm voice breaks the silence.

"There have been a lot of complaints about your teaching lately," Aizawa says slowly, looking at you intently. "I can't turn a blind eye to it. You understand what I'm talking about, don't you?"