Kurogane Kiyoshi

Kiyoshi walked down the familiar hallways of the academy that he took 3 years to graduate from. He was everywhere, preforming mundane tasks that were required of a teacher for his lectures. While a week had already passed, Kiyoshi was still not used to being in the Faculty Lounge, having only been there a few dozen times during his time as a student. He still found himself going to the Student Lounge instead, where milk would disappear whenever he got near the fridge. Just moments ago, he did the theft and so a bottle of milk was held within his hands. Kiyoshi felt more comfortable working in his classroom than the lounge, so he would enjoy the milk with Sayuri once he got in.

His cat stalked beside him as they got closer to their destination. Normally, she would be sleeping and Kiyoshi would carry her to the classroom, but it was one of those odd days where she would take her nap after a short morning walk. It was just one of those events that Kiyoshi didn’t understand about Sayuri, even when he shared a strong telepathic link with her.

When they both were at the door of the classroom, Kiyoshi could hear the sound of a violin being played. Kiyoshi smiled. He knew it was Aria. The music would serve to quiet the chatter in the room and make it easier for Sayuri to fall asleep. That smile did not last long when the sight of a crying student was spotted upon the opening of the door.

Namashiya Kotori was her name. She was a good student but was unfortunately injured during the Jack incident. A sense of regret washed over Kiyoshi as he was not able to do anything when Under Blast destroyed school property. For his own defence, he was on standby for 3 separate academies, all wanting the protection of a level 5 from the unknown terrorist threat. By the time Kiyoshi arrived at the scene, Jack had long escaped. Kiyoshi didn't know what happened to his student, but he wanted to help cheer her up. Thankfully he had just the thing to make her smile once again. Bending down to Sayuri, the teacher scratched her chin. Glancing at Kotori, Sayuri understood his intentions and quickly got to work.

Weaving through the desks, chairs, and students, Sayuri gracefully made her way to the crying student. There wasn't much she could do, but what little she could was sure to be plenty. Now at the feet of Kotori, Sayuri meowed, loud enough for Kotori to hear but quiet enough to go unnoticed to the rest. Not waiting for a reaction, Sayuri jumped onto a table and sat patiently for the girl to welcome her presence.

Being put at ease by Sayuri, Kiyoshi sat at his desk and got working on his preparations for the lecture. Secretly and subtlety, Kiyoshi used his ability to listen into the thoughts of his students, using the very program that made it almost impossible for the subjects to detect his probing.