Oregairu Teacher Novels & Stories

Mom and Dad were surprised, only I know the real reason why he is here, but it will work well, after everything is settled he will return back to college. There were two rolls of there chairs, Luna, Kai and I sat at the front and the other three at the back. I wanted to sit close to my Luna, we all sat for about 5mins, waiting for our teacher. No one said anything, we were all in suspense. Everyone eager to know what this is all about. Miss Amarok came in with a bright smile on her face, she looks sharp as ever. "Good day class" she greeted. She took a marker and wrote on the board 'A Garou'

Arriving late meant losing points—something I couldn't afford. I glanced back once. Orion stood watching me with a strange, conflicted expression. Probably just wasn't used to females brushing him off. That was all. I slipped into my classroom and took a seat. The lecture title glowed across the front panel: Basic Energy Manipulation. --- The teacher walked in, and I nearly smiled. She was petite, with round eyes behind soft glasses and warmth radiating from her like a soft glow. "Hello, class," she greeted. "My name is Grace. Miss Grace to you."

said Reet, but somehow I took her inside with me. After going inside, Reet went to take her class and I came out of my class. To see how the class which was always noisy was so silent today, I looked through the glass on the class gate and saw a handsome teacher taking attendance. His back was towards the gate so I couldn't see his face.

Her reactions manifested later. She couldn’t move in shock. If she was even a second late in responding, she was sure her eyes would have been plucked out by now. Most of all, she was frozen with Ma’am Ague’s deadly look. Her teacher stood in front of her, her flaming auburn hair reflecting the blazing sunset and her face impersonating that of a serious killer. “So you are here,” Regina growled. “Is that any way to greet your teacher?” The Ma’am Ague in front of her was not her teacher anymore. Her voice wasn’t warm or flirty but dangerous and death-dealing.

Ryan "You are Ryan?" The teacher asked me when I entered the office room and approached her to finish the paperwork after classes. She is in her middle ages, wearing a white bodycon under a black straight coat, looking quite formal. "Yeah, Ryan. Final year." I replied politely. She nodded, bringing some papers out of the desk. "My name Laila, your chemistry teacher. Mr Arthur called me, and told me about you." At least, he bothered to do something for me. "Take a seat. And did you bring your TC? Give it to me."

Class should be starting soon. A teacher, Mr. Reap, a mid-thirties man with a tall and lean build walks in, smiling. He has dark brown hair and a rich warm-colored complexion. "Hello everyone, I'm your attending HR teacher. You can call me Mr. Sal, Mr. Reap, Mr. R, anything. As long as it's not something I'll take as an insult," he says with a laugh.

Cornered animals lash out. Derek ran both hands through his hair, looking more stressed than I'd ever seen him. "What did you tell them?" "The truth, that teachers are professional, that I haven't noticed anything inappropriate. I didn't mention you specifically except to say you're a good teacher." "Did they ask about us directly?" "No. They asked general questions about all male teachers. They're casting a wide net." "Good. Good, that's good." He was trying to convince himself. "So we just keep our heads down. Act normal. There's no evidence if we're careful."

"Come on, hurry up. We'll be late for class." I accelerated my walk when I realized that old Dragona was our teacher this Tuesday. Besides Mrs. Roque, we have another terror teacher that we only see every Tuesday. She was 60 plus and about to retire. It was even better to reduce the number of terror teachers in the Philippines. Her OOTD had always been a long skirt and white blouse. Obviously from the old age. But it's just ironic because her last name was Dimalanta. When we got to the room, everyone was quiet and reading notes. I was suddenly nervous because we might have a quiz. I immediately approached Zanaya and asked, "Is there a quiz?"

Just a moment later, we also finished eating and a teacher has finally arrived… “Good Afternoon, Georgians. I am Sir Jude Boribor… You can call me Sir Jude instead. I will be your CPAR teacher for this semester. So, what does CPAR means?” The whole room was quiet except for the hum of the aircon. We did not research about our subjects…