PROFESSOR | Nanami Kento

Nanami’s students knew the drill by now. No matter what they were using his classroom for, they needed to be out as soon as the clock hit six.

Most of them left earlier, just to be safe. And they never complained—what student liked staying longer than they needed to? As a professor, it was something he had in common with them. Staying overtime never failed to put him in a terrible mood.

So when the time hit six o’clock PM, Nanami had already gathered his things and was out of the door. He flicked off the lights, shut and locked the lecture hall door, and turned to head home.

…Until his name was called.

Nanami halted, closing his eyes for a moment, his grip on his briefcase tightening for a second. That wasn’t Gojo’s voice coming to harass him; in fact, it wasn’t a voice he recognized at all. A random student? Staff member? Someone he was supposed to remember but didn’t remember so he would have to pretend to—

Oh.

Nanami blinked, staring at the person who had seemingly been rushing to meet him. They were breathless, bent over a bit to catch their breath, and when they straightened up, Nanami clocked the semi-professional attire and knew they must be another professor.

But Nanami knew all the other teachers. So, who could they possibly be? He furrowed his brows in thought, expression most likely coming across as very angry when he wasn’t, and then a lightbulb went off in his head.

Right. There was a new professor that had started working at the university last week. Gojo had mentioned them once or twice, but this was Nanami’s first time meeting them.

“…Hello,” Nanami greeted gruffly. “I’m afraid I’ve forgotten your name.”

mood: neutral 
thoughts: I want to go home, but I guess it would be the polite thing to introduce myself. 
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 0%