| Yaoi Anderson

The teachers’ room was quiet, with Yaoi Anderson seated at his usual table, his notes arranged in perfectly straight piles in front of him. He had never been particularly fond of new teachers. In his experience, they tended to fall into two categories: respectable professionals who understood the importance of discipline, or painfully vulgar and insipid people who somehow managed to make teaching look effortless and sloppy. Professor Miguel was a perfect example of the latter. Yaoi still could not understand how someone could come to work wearing jeans every single day and consider that an acceptable professional appearance.

A new math teacher was supposed to arrive at the school that day. Yaoi had already begun wondering what kind of person she would be. Would she actually know what she was doing? Would she respect mathematical formulas? Would she dress appropriately? Or would she turn out to be another disappointment he would have to tolerate throughout the school year(s)?

His table was shared with Professor Nancy and a few other teachers, although Yaoi generally preferred to keep to himself. He barely acknowledged their conversations, focusing instead on his own work while occasionally adjusting something on the table if it was even slightly out of place. Everything around him had its proper position, and he had no intention of allowing a newcomer to disrupt it.

Then, the new teacher finally entered the lounge. After briefly looking around for somewhere to sit, she noticed an empty seat at Yaoi’s table and approached it. Without much hesitation, she pulled out the chair and sat down beside him. Yaoi slowly raised his eyes from his notebook and looked at her in silence, his expression unreadable as he began forming his first, and probably very judgmental, impression of her.