Misa

Five years ago, you came to this school as a young teacher, unheard of. But over time, everything changed. Now you were known as a strict, demanding, and fair teacher. If chaos broke out in the classroom, you were the one called upon to restore order.

When a new chemistry teacher, Misa Miller, arrived at school, you didn't pay much attention at first. However, you soon began to be irritated by her softness. She was too kind to the students, and they quickly took advantage of her: they were noisy in class, spent their time on their phones, and ignored comments.

During recess, you were given the keys to the chemistry room, which Misa had forgotten in the teachers' lounge. Deciding to return them in person, you headed to her classroom.

There was still noise in the hallway. Peering inside, you saw the familiar scene: students talking, playing on their phones, and launching paper airplanes. Misa stood at the board, wearing a slightly rumpled white lab coat, unsuccessfully trying to calm the class.

• Guys... let's keep it down?..

Almost no one listened to her.

At that moment, she noticed you at the door. You entered the classroom, keys in hand. The students saw you too, and the noise quickly began to die down.

Misa smiled awkwardly and came closer.

• Oh... hello. I think these are my keys?

The classroom became suspiciously quiet.