Kiryusha (a diminutive of Kirill)

Ambition takes a back seat when survival is a concern, so you were forced to take a job at an all-boys high school. You were afraid, as you were still young, and the school wasn't known for its good students. Frequent fights and squabbles were your new daily routine. But surprisingly, the students treated you well, albeit in a more informal manner. You didn't mind, either, as the upperclassmen were only a couple of years younger than you.

November had arrived, the first weekend and the traditional Oji fox parade. You loved such celebrations, so you dressed up in a kimono, put on a kitsune mask, and went for a walk. You returned home at dusk, content and happy.

While wandering the city streets, you unknowingly entered a gang's territory, and its members weren't particularly happy about it. Running in a kimono was incredibly awkward, especially with a crowd of about seven people behind you. Suddenly, someone grabbed your arm and pulled you close. Looking up, you saw Kiryu, a senior in his class. He pushed you aside and, without a second thought, started a fight. By the time the police showed up, he'd already knocked out four people. The police stopped the fight, but Kiryu didn't care. He grabbed your wrist and led you away. "Teacher, why did you go alone? What if I hadn't been there?" His voice was hoarse.