Kimetsu Academy Teachers Novels & Stories

And if I do not become a doctor, no one will cure you of your absent-mindedness . - Enough "if"! Samantha grabbed Leah's arm and pulled her towards the classroom. She didn't really resist. They were in a hurry to the biology class. The teacher, Mr. Yamamoto, was of Japanese descent, so he was called "Kamikazde" behind his back. He got the nickname for a reason - Yamamoto was distinguished by rare dedication, and often took on the children's tricks, for which he received from the director. But the elderly Japanese was very kind, which his students often used. However, there was something that Kamikazde did not like very much - being late.

A few minutes later a tall brunet was now standing by the door, it was konohamaru, the maths teacher he walked inside and was now having a puzzled face looking at Renji. __ Earlier on when Akane was scrolling through her phone she quickly sent a message to konohamaru telling him a student was in her office uninvited, that he should come and please get him out of her office. Konohamaru was a disciplined teacher and also he hated rude habits. He had been to this school for a little while and doesn't want to show his bad side to the students here. he speculated that all of them were a bunch of spoiled brats and now this? A student bashed into a teacher's office and was refusing to leave? He st

Ayo said. I laughed softly, “You can say that again." “I can see you and Sandra are pretty close," Ayo said, arching his brows at me and I smiled “Yeah man, there are so many things I want to tell you, man.." A teacher entered the class so we had to end our discussion. It was the biology teacher Mr Ajayi Tunde, a short bald man, aka Mr turtle. Because he is too slow in speaking. He started his lectures which lasted for two hours and subsequent teacher's also came in. Today's lectures were super boring and I couldn't wait for the bell to ring for break time, and I got my wish as the bell rang for break.

What if it was the weird professor trying to chase her about a date? She hesitantly pulled up the email, bracing herself for the cringeworthy content. But it wasn’t from Professor Hammond. Dear Miss Jones, Apologies I had to run off so quickly earlier. I didn’t get a chance to tell you how impressed I was by your talk. Your passion for history is rare and wonderful to see. On top of that you managed to capture the attention of our students. No easy feat I can tell you! I’m not exactly sure what you do for work at the moment, but I wondered if you have ever considered a career as a lecturer? You would need a Masters degree, but that is something we could support you with while still being emp

Bright blue eyes and a wide smile. Akira Sanders. I shook my head instantly. I don't know why I thought that but she can definitely not be Ms. OG. She's a goodie two-shoes and a teacher's pet. Everyone's always singing hymns about her in the staff room. I haven't personally met her yet but my eyes seem to be obsessed about her. Wonder who she is? I've never been this obssessed about the women I've dated before but Akira seems different.

She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen. I am running on the communal treadmill in the corner, burning off my heavy Wagyu dinner, my body drenched in sweat. "So, about our Class 1 teachers," Liviel calls out over the sound of chainsaw massacres on the TV. "The curriculum is split into Academic and Practical training." I increase the speed on the treadmill. "Go on." "Our Academic homeroom Professor is the Awakener of the God of Abundance. He is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken most of the time. But whatever you do, do not piss him off. When he gets angry..."

The three classes we have pass by in a blur. None of us dare leave the classroom—not even to use the bathroom. We stay seated together the entire time, tense and silent. The female teachers seem on edge, their eyes darting nervously, wild with uncertainty. Even they aren't safe. The final teacher doesn't even show up. “Should we wait here?” Isla asks in a sleepy voice. She managed to stay awake during housekeeping and cooking but nodded off in our last class—basic politics. She needs sleep. Desperately.

It is believed that a gifted can rank up by doing certain things that commemorate their gifts and that the more they do that the more they will radiate pressure to those below their rank and the more the powerful their gifts will be, so seeing the pressure weighing down on him the phantom immediately calculated the pressure as he can't help feeling down. Are you a teacher at the Academy, the phantom wanted to ask but then saw cracks appearing on him as he can't help feeling more afraid. " oh sorry i forgot Grimy never misses a person no matter the speed," thanatos said as the phantom immediately exploded to specks. All this while, Takamatsu has been left wide jawed watching, he has noticed t

asked the person “I’m Mizuki Yamamoto. Okay bye”. After saying this I ran towards the teacher’s office and gave papers to Mr. Kamuy then hurried towards the laboratory. “So, she’s a student of Miss Harmony. Huh? I guess I found another pure-blooded. I need to tell this to my superior”, said the person mysteriously. “What took you so long? I thought that you were only going to deliver the papers”, said Ronesme. “I only delivered the papers but, on my way, I bumped into a creep”.

It was supposed to look abandoned to keep curious humans away but that never works, so the entire school is under a cloaking spell of some kind. I let out a defeated sigh and make sure my hoodie is pulled over my face, before trudging along the walkway into the academy. As I enter, my eyes catch sight of white and black feathers. Tears fill my eyes and my hand flies over my mouth to stifle a sob. Julie quickly rushes to comfort me. She puts her arms around me, careful to not touch my back. She shushes me quietly, and I try to stop the tears from escaping. "It's alright Luciana, everything will be fine—they’re just like you," she says in my ear. "No they're not, they have wings."