Zenitsu Teacher Novels & Stories

One time she gave this girl detention for typing her note on her phone and not writing it down in a book instead. She probably still lives in the nineteenth century. "Good morning class, As you already know, I'm Mrs. Kess and I'm the physics teacher for this class. And remember I do not tolerate any form of insolence. The topic we will be learning today is..." I zoned out on what she was saying. I couldn't be bothered to listen to her bland monotonous voice that made my eyelids want to close. Her class has always been like this, boring. It always feels like she is teaching herself and not the entire class. I usually end up studying by myself at the library as I've found that I understand bet

Simon said. She looked at him in confusion, but Simon was focused on the two men ahead. The first person Simon introduced was a little taller than Salvatore, with fair skin, brown hair tied in a bun, and eyes covered by narrow dark glasses. He wore a gray t-shirt, graphite sweatpants, and sneakers. "This is Henrique Saldanha, the best instructor here. I talked to him to accompany you and not let you overdo it," Simon said. "Pleasure to meet you," Henrique greeted her.

Lucien, centuries of experience etched in every controlled motion, teaches restraint as much as attack, his vampire heritage lending him a deceptive swiftness that leaves the teens scrambling to keep up. I walk among them, guiding where I see hesitation, offering encouragement where fear flickers. Every so often, I glance at Zenith, who kneels near the edge of the training area. She monitors scrapes and bruises, murmuring instructions, applying herbal compresses or minor acupuncture to ease strain. Her hands hover over the younger ones, not touching, yet they visibly relax under her gaze. Even I can feel the subtle pull of her aura, calming and centering, as if the chaos of training has a na

Lucas’s smile only widened. The teacher patted his back. “Lucas, why don’t you take a seat? Plenty of space by the windows.” Lucas didn’t move. He walked right down the aisle like he owned the place, never breaking eye contact with me. Then, ignoring the empty desks around, he stopped directly beside me. “You still hog the middle seat, huh?” he said softly, lips twitching. “Guess I’ll just take the right again.”. I couldn't pick my jaw from the floor. “Lucas Hayes, you’re taller.”

Sabrina wasn’t worth the trouble. As if on cue, the teacher entered the room. She had dark, straight hair that fell past her shoulders and glasses that seemed too big for her small, round face. Despite her mild appearance, there was a sharpness to her eyes that suggested she wasn’t someone to be trifled with. “Good morning, ladies,” she said, her voice calm but authoritative. “I am Krystal Gentle, but you may call me Ms. Gentle.” The room fell silent as everyone took in her presence. There was something about her that commanded respect, and I could tell this wasn’t going to be an easy class.

Vinorca Jona POV Everyone stood up in class, me and Amanda included. “Good morning, sir.” “Settle down, please.” Chairs scraped and murmurs faded as everyone sat. The teacher’s broad back filled the front of the room, shoulders squared, his hand moving across the board in clean, confident strokes. “I’m your new teacher, Masen Kato.” The sound of his name hit me like a jolt. Masen? My pulse stuttered. Is he the same man who helped me yesterday?

Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover. I picked it up, and headed for class. Mr Richard’s class was one of my favorites. Aside from the fact that I loved his style of teaching, I loved staring at his amazing physique. I sometimes catch myself dreaming of my petite self wrapped up in his arms. Who wouldn’t? His broad shoulders,his rock hard chest I could tell even without touching,his chiseled beard and earth swirling scent I wish I had. Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “ Make Me Yours Tonight”

He was gay, she knew that much from the way he was acting. Suddenly, all the students scatter back into their places when the said history subject teacher enters. Cassandra, within five minutes of her classes, held her head and made various expressions which suggested that everything was going above her head. The teacher comes over to her desk several times, confused how her learning style changed over the weekend. "Alright then. That's all for the day. If anyone had any doubts- anyone, approach me to the desk." As the direction goes to Cassandra indirectly, Mr. Zen, their History professor leaves.

One fine morning, Azura kissed Vincent goodbye as she entered the classroom. Fresh cooking ingredients and enthusiastic teachers make everyone's mood excited. "Today, I will teach people to cook casseroles. Making sure, when you cook for others to eat, they can make them remember forever." "So, teacher, will you taste my food and never forget me?" Sarah, a girl with a cute. She like teases Hamlet, but he smiles back at her. "I miss everyone, but I will forget you."

The dedication that she has shown to her studies is quite comendable. As class is finishing up, I stand up to make an announcement to everyone. All of the witches in the class sit down and focus their attention solely on me as soon as I stand up. The witch teaching the class is Circe who is also telekinetic. She gives me a small wave towards the center of the room so that I can tell them all the news.