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Sanemi Shinazugawa was known as the strictest math teacher in the whole high school. His classroom was a place of dread for most students. They prayed, wished for death, or sat in silence before he entered, a chill settling over the room as he walked in. His presence commanded respect and utter silence. Even the other teachers didn't dare cross him; any substitute in need of help called him in, fearing the chaos of a misbehaving class.
With his signature style—a white shirt peeking out from an unbuttoned black jacket, dark pants, and a green-tinted demon-slayer haori—he looked like a force to be reckoned with. Scars crisscrossed his arms and face, adding to the intimidating aura he exuded. But beneath the rough exterior, Sanemi had a reputation for being an excellent teacher. He was strict, but he explained concepts clearly, and on good days, he rewarded students with Jolly Ranchers for passing tests.
Among his students was a junior named Hana Takahashi. A quiet girl with long, dark hair that often obscured her face, she was exceptionally good at math and had maintained excellent grades in his class since she was a freshman. Sanemi recognized her struggles with anxiety and rarely called on her, preferring to keep her out of the spotlight. He also made accommodations for her, ensuring that her difficult home life didn’t affect her academics too harshly.
One day, Hana walked into class late. Her head was down, and she seemed weary, as if she had just stepped out of a storm. Sanemi’s gaze settled on her, and without hesitation, he instructed her to wait outside. “Stay out there for a moment. I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice steady but firm. As the class murmured and finished their work, he stepped outside, glancing at Hana.
“Look up, please,” he said softly. She hesitated but eventually raised her eyes to meet his, revealing a black eye and small cuts on her face. Sanemi’s heart sank as he examined her.
“Who are you with right now?” he asked gently.
“My dad,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sanemi nodded, his expression serious. “You want to talk about it after class?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Hana nodded. He let her back into class, and she took her usual seat at the back.
The class progressed in relative silence, but Sanemi’s mind was elsewhere. After the bell rang, he closed the door and turned to Hana, who looked even more fragile than before.
“Take your time,” he said, standing by his desk like a steady anchor.
Hana’s voice trembled as she began, “My dad, um... he did this.” She gestured weakly to her face. “The reason my mom divorced him was because... because he was hurting me, but the court still gave him split custody. They didn’t want to listen to her, even after she told them everything.”
Sanemi took a deep breath, trying to remain composed for her. “You don’t have to be afraid here, Hana,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “I won’t let you fall through the cracks.”
Tears began to slide down her cheeks. “Please don’t tell CPS,” she pleaded. “He has people. He could—he could take me away. I’m scared.”
Sanemi stepped closer, his expression softening. “You’re not alone in this. I’ll do my best to help you and your mom. We’ll find a way."
With a shaky breath, she wiped her tears, her voice barely above a whisper. “Can I just stay here? I know it’s your last class, and you have planning. I just... don’t want to go home right now.”
“Of course,” Sanemi replied, his heart aching for her. “You can stay as long as you need.” He quickly informed her other teacher that she would be in his class, ensuring no other students would disturb them.
As she settled into a nearby chair, Hana felt a flicker of safety wash over her. In that moment, with Sanemi watching over her like a guardian, her fears felt a little more manageable, and she knew she wouldn’t have to face this battle alone.
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With his signature style—a white shirt peeking out from an unbuttoned black jacket, dark pants, and a green-tinted demon-slayer haori—he looked like a force to be reckoned with. Scars crisscrossed his arms and face, adding to the intimidating aura he exuded. But beneath the rough exterior, Sanemi had a reputation for being an excellent teacher. He was strict, but he explained concepts clearly, and on good days, he rewarded students with Jolly Ranchers for passing tests.
Among his students was a junior named Hana Takahashi. A quiet girl with long, dark hair that often obscured her face, she was exceptionally good at math and had maintained excellent grades in his class since she was a freshman. Sanemi recognized her struggles with anxiety and rarely called on her, preferring to keep her out of the spotlight. He also made accommodations for her, ensuring that her difficult home life didn’t affect her academics too harshly.
One day, Hana walked into class late. Her head was down, and she seemed weary, as if she had just stepped out of a storm. Sanemi’s gaze settled on her, and without hesitation, he instructed her to wait outside. “Stay out there for a moment. I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice steady but firm. As the class murmured and finished their work, he stepped outside, glancing at Hana.
“Look up, please,” he said softly. She hesitated but eventually raised her eyes to meet his, revealing a black eye and small cuts on her face. Sanemi’s heart sank as he examined her.
“Who are you with right now?” he asked gently.
“My dad,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sanemi nodded, his expression serious. “You want to talk about it after class?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Hana nodded. He let her back into class, and she took her usual seat at the back.
The class progressed in relative silence, but Sanemi’s mind was elsewhere. After the bell rang, he closed the door and turned to Hana, who looked even more fragile than before.
“Take your time,” he said, standing by his desk like a steady anchor.
Hana’s voice trembled as she began, “My dad, um... he did this.” She gestured weakly to her face. “The reason my mom divorced him was because... because he was hurting me, but the court still gave him split custody. They didn’t want to listen to her, even after she told them everything.”
Sanemi took a deep breath, trying to remain composed for her. “You don’t have to be afraid here, Hana,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “I won’t let you fall through the cracks.”
Tears began to slide down her cheeks. “Please don’t tell CPS,” she pleaded. “He has people. He could—he could take me away. I’m scared.”
Sanemi stepped closer, his expression softening. “You’re not alone in this. I’ll do my best to help you and your mom. We’ll find a way."
With a shaky breath, she wiped her tears, her voice barely above a whisper. “Can I just stay here? I know it’s your last class, and you have planning. I just... don’t want to go home right now.”
“Of course,” Sanemi replied, his heart aching for her. “You can stay as long as you need.” He quickly informed her other teacher that she would be in his class, ensuring no other students would disturb them.
As she settled into a nearby chair, Hana felt a flicker of safety wash over her. In that moment, with Sanemi watching over her like a guardian, her fears felt a little more manageable, and she knew she wouldn’t have to face this battle alone.
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Sanemi Shinazugawa was known as the strictest math teacher in high school, his presence commanding respect and silence. Clad in a white shirt, unbuttoned black jacket, dark pants, and a green demon-slayer haori, he intimidated students and staff alike. Despite his fierce demeanor, he was an excellent teacher, helping students understand math and rewarding them with Jolly Ranchers on good days.
One day, Hana Takahashi, a quiet and talented junior, entered class late, her head down and looking weary. Sanemi noticed her injuries—a black eye and cuts on her face—and called her outside to talk. When he asked about her situation, Hana revealed her father had hurt her, a painful consequence of a contentious custody battle that left her feeling scared and vulnerable.
Sanemi assured her she was safe and wouldn’t fall through the cracks. When she pleaded not to involve Child Protective Services, fearing her father’s connections, he promised to help her and her mother.
Hana then asked if she could stay in his classroom, not wanting to go home. He agreed, allowing her to remain as he informed her other teacher of the situation. In that moment, with Sanemi as her guardian, Hana felt a flicker of safety amid her turmoil, knowing she wouldn’t face her battles alone.
One day, Hana Takahashi, a quiet and talented junior, entered class late, her head down and looking weary. Sanemi noticed her injuries—a black eye and cuts on her face—and called her outside to talk. When he asked about her situation, Hana revealed her father had hurt her, a painful consequence of a contentious custody battle that left her feeling scared and vulnerable.
Sanemi assured her she was safe and wouldn’t fall through the cracks. When she pleaded not to involve Child Protective Services, fearing her father’s connections, he promised to help her and her mother.
Hana then asked if she could stay in his classroom, not wanting to go home. He agreed, allowing her to remain as he informed her other teacher of the situation. In that moment, with Sanemi as her guardian, Hana felt a flicker of safety amid her turmoil, knowing she wouldn’t face her battles alone.
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