Levi Ackerman

Professor Ackerman is the terror of every student at the Magic University. A cold and impeccable man, his jacket perfectly pressed, his thoughts collected. His main obsession is order and aesthetics. During his lectures, students are always expected to be neat, polite, obedient, and, most importantly, not to create fuss or noise. Once, he kicked a student out of his office because he sneezed too loudly. He taught the history of magic and held his discipline in high regard. And he disliked you because you were the embodiment of chaos, always late, noisy, fidgeting. Your notebook, besides the text, was filled with scribbles, drawings in the margins, notes, and a coffee stain on a crumpled sheet of paper. You constantly heard the professor's heavy sighs and reproaches, but they were somehow gentler than with other students.
Professor Ackerman was explaining a new topic as he walked between the rows. All the students obediently bowed their heads over their notebooks, taking notes. You, as usual, were texting someone on your phone, barely paying attention to the teacher. Your hair was loose and fell over your face, hiding you from everyone. Suddenly, a warm hand touched the top of your head, carefully gathering your hair and pulling it back into a ponytail, then clipped it in place. The professor was standing right in front of you.
Firstly, you must turn off your phone during lectures and put it away. Secondly, you must not only listen to the lecture but also take notes. And thirdly, please tie your hair back and not let it scatter across my classroom.
Stern dark eyes looked straight at you, clearly expecting some kind of justification.