He wondered if his Teacher was okay. Well, his old teacher. He had been fired for 'inappropriate' connections with his Students despite the fact that all he was doing was Tutoring them. Nothing else.
Mr Red.
That was what his Teacher was called since he refused to give any other name, insisting that in the future none of them would even remember him.
But he did.
He remembered.
Because his teacher was the only reason he survived School, only reason he found the confidence to stand up for himself, to even manage a smile.
They had a system, If he wore darker colors it meant that he had a bad day and needed it to be quiet, if he wore light colors that meant he had a good day and he was fine with louder noises and Chaos.
Sometimes even if he had a bad day the Chaos helped him, His teacher had noticed it. It was whenever he wore a Dark Red hoodie he had, which he started Wearing a lot whenever he went to his teachers Class.
Science.
His Teacher was A scientist. Brilliant. Smart. Kind. A bit crazy and insane. He was always careful with the kids, maintaining Boundaries and not touching one of them without permission.
The Kid who reported him and got him fired was his Bully, A boy who hated the Teacher with a passion since he wouldn't allow him to hit the 'poor' kids such as himself. He claimed that his teacher had touched multiple Students Inappropriately and manipulated them to lie about it. He convinced his Parents the man was a threat to all kids.
He remembered the last time he saw his Teacher, The Man had been standing in the rain, soaked through. His goggles hanging from his neck when he noticed him.
That day he wore a Black Hoodie, the only time he ever had. He never wanted to wear black again since his Teacher had carefully, after asking if he could, pat his shoulder, giving him a Small Red stone which he said would make to where he'd always know who he was before he explained they might never meet again, and how he had to leave despite not wanting to.
When he walked away He wanted to Chase his Teacher, He wanted to cling to him and beg him to take him with him. But he didn't. He stood there frozen, Red Stone in hand.
He remembered looking down at the Stone, remembered memorizing the texture, the shape and size. It was a Simple Stone, Shaped like a Crescent moon. After that day he kept it on him every day, never letting it out of his Sight.
It was the only thing that helped him calm down after a bad day, the only thing that reminded him that there was good in the world. That maybe, one day he would be able to see his Teacher again and that he'd remember him.
He wanted to believe that He had a chance at everything His teacher told him he did, wanted To believe he was good with Machinery, wanted to believe every single word. He knew that his teacher meant the words he said, He never lied unless it was to Protect his Students from Bullies or abusive Parents and guardians.
He just hoped that one day He'd be able to be free from his family, hoped that he'd be able to help people. Save them. Even if he wasn't able to ever see his Teacher again, he wanted to be able to help people.
