[center][h1][color=7786A8][u]K n i g h t m a r e[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]  • Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •
[sub][b]April 7th -- School Grounds[/b][/sub] [/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
The brown-haired woman squinted as she swiped the pineapple out of the stammering student’s hands, her expression still as cold as it was moments before. Between the antics of the loud-mouthed seat number two, the laughter of seat number three, and everything else happening in the room, there wasn’t the silence and order she wanted in the room. She wondered if other teachers in the academy had similar issues with their first years. As the boy bowed his head in embarrassment, she placed the pineapple down on her desk with a loud [b][i]thud[/i][/b]. 

[color=7786A8]“It’s [i]fine[/i]. Return to your desk.”[/color] She managed in the [i]nicest[/i] tone since she had entered the classroom.

As the boy reacted to her gesture, Knightmare leaned to her right and retrieved a stack of papers from the desk—lined notes of the seating arrangement, the students present and accounted for, and notes about them from their evaluations. Her eyes returned to the students in front of her as she placed the papers to the right of her, the pineapple sitting next to them. She didn’t immediately need them, but it was good to look orderly and Knightmare didn’t exactly get her name from taking crap from anyone. She focused her line of sight on the “problem students”, as she was in no mood to deal with comedians or upstarts.