As he was given a task to get the homework copies to the their homeroom teacher, Tatsuya, albeit nervous, decided to take the copies to the teachers' room anyway.
As he walked down the stairs to reach room: 324, he started thinking about all kinds of conversations that could take place between him and the teachers. Now, why, "teachers" and not, "teacher?" Well, that's because room: 324 was not only the room of his homeroom teacher, but also the teachers of three other subjects, which included: Science, Social studies, English, and his native language.
Being from a boys' school, and starting from 1st grade, Tatsuya never had the guts to properly converse with his teachers, especially female teachers, so he didn't want to take the job of bringing the homework copies to room: 324, but his personality was that of the type, which made him want to take up the jobs no one was willing to accept.
As he reached the teachers' room, he could hear four loud voices. The voices were that of the teachers he had as his subject teachers this year, and they seemed to be having a heated argument. Tatsuya was in a pinch and was thinking if he should comeback later, or not, but then again, since he's already here, why not finish his job and get the hell out? As he slowly opened the door, he saw the teachers pointing fingers at each other.
"I am telling you that I-!"
"Um, e-excuse me, is [insert homeroom teacher's name] here?" Tatsuya said sheepishly.
"Huh, oh, Tatsuya? What is it?" said his homeroom teacher.
"I was told to bring these homework copies to you."
"Oh, I see, place them on my desk. It's over there," she said as she pointed over to the desk that on the opposite side of the desk closest to the room's entrance.
"Understood," replied Tatsuya, as he swiftly (but carefully) placed the copies on the desk.
"Okay, now let's get the fuck outta here!" Tatsuya thought as he immediately turned his body around and reached for the door. He would've gotten out of this argument the teachers were having, and there was no way the teachers would involve him in this-or so he thought....
As he was about to get ahold of the door,
"Wait!" someone cried. The voice belonging to their English teacher. She was one of the most liked female teachers among the entire student body because of her friendly and outgoing nature. Seeing her being so serious obviously put Tatsuya off, and he knew he was 'boutta be screwed.
"Fuck...." he thought.
"Tatsuya, who do you think, amongst the four of us does their job the best at being the punctual teacher?" asked his English teacher.
"You expect me to give you an answer that is a complete lose-lose situation for me?!" Tatsuya screamed internally.
"U-Um...the teacher who does their job best at being the punctual teacher?" He asked, just to get a confirmation.
As if implying, "Hmph, Hmph" the teachers nodded their heads in unison.
He was about to say that all of them were the best at being punctual, until he saw their eyes. They were practically glaring at him for the correct answer.
"Yeah, no, I am dead, no matter what I say."
Being the honest guy he was, he thought that he might as well tell the truth, rather than lying about it (he's dead, either way). He slowly opened his mouth and said,
"I-I think that [insert native language teacher's name here] ma'am is the most punctual...."
"Yes, see?! I told you!"
The voice enthusiastically said to the other teachers. As for the others? They were *not* happy. Their glare sharpened, and Tatsuya, who was now drenched in sweat knew that he had to get the FUCK OUT!
"WHAT?! DO YOU HEAR WHAT YOURSELF, TATSUYA?!" roared his homeroom teacher.
"ARE YOU SAYING THAT SHE'S MORE PUNCTUAL THAN I AM?!" this time it was his English teacher.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS WHAT YOU THINK!" his science teacher, who had been quiet till now, spoke up.
It was obvious that while his native language teacher was satisfied with his answer, no one else was.
Trembling, looking to his left and right, his "fight, flight or freeze" respone kicked in, and he....froze. He was now being interrogated. But soon enough, his flight response kicked in.
"I-I-I-I'll be excusing myself! P-Please take care!" he hurriedly opened the door and got out, and then shut it immediately.
"HEY, GET BACK HERE-!"
*Slam*
He dashed upwards stairs, and reached his classroom. He was panting, grasping for air. After he calmed down a bit, he looked up and thought, "Good fucking job, dude. You just made three teachers your enemy!
