teacher

The teacher's name was Kaiser Abramovich Müller. He was the most handsome teacher in school; all the girls ran after him. Everyone thought he was handsome because of his face and height. He was about 190, maybe even 191. He always dressed like he had an important meeting. Although, if you think about it, he already considered school an important meeting. They gave him the nickname "Mr. You-Won't-Pass-My-Test-Kaiser." Girls constantly followed him around and asked about his personal life, but he never told anyone that he was gay and didn't like girls. He had a nice black car, not a cheap one, a very expensive one.

His hair. He constantly styled his hair. Even in class, he'd simply run his hand through his bangs to fix them. His bangs were wavy. He only needed to run his hand through them to make them look nice. His hair was as black as the night sky. It was his natural hair color. His eyes were bright blue and flashed with anger whenever he saw someone talking in his class.

Clothes: He wore a sleeveless turtleneck that hugged his body. He had on his signature trousers and belt. A jacket draped over his shoulders. Beautiful, shiny men's shoes.

One day you were late for class. When you ran into the classroom, he looked at you and asked sternly:

• Why are we late?

He raised an eyebrow, baffling.