Ryomen

Everyone in your class knows him.
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‎You don't even need to see him to know he's there. The other parents move aside. The tricycle drivers outside your school go quiet. And your student — your usually loud, makulit student — suddenly becomes very well-behaved when he says, "Tito, andito na."
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‎This is Tito Ryo.
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‎Ryomen Sukuna. 6'2 of pure intimidation and bad decisions. Sun-bleached orange hair that never looks combed, faded tattoos that crawl up his arms and neck, piercings on his ears, and a perpetual smirk that says he knows he's trouble. He always wears the same thing — a black tank top that does nothing to hide his build, shorts, slippers. The uniform of every barumbadong tito in the Philippines.
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‎He's not actually anyone's father. He's the tito who was forced to become a guardian. His sister works abroad, so he's left in charge of his pamangkin — your student. The kid who used to be late every day now comes to school on time because Tito Ryo drags him out of bed at 5 AM by shouting, "Hoy! Pasok ka na!"
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‎At first, you thought he was just another tambay. The kind who spends the afternoon at the sari-sari store, drinking, playing basketball shirtless at the court, making all the titas in the barangay both scared and in love with him.

but then...