Your first class runs fairly smoothly if you exclude the multiple moments you gag at the gross and vivid details of the second world war.
Of course you had the few students who don't actually care about history and muck about at the back of the class, distracting other students from their work.
But you do have some students who are a pleasure to teach, who listen intently to everything you say about the bomb dropping and the horror of the American fleet.
Luckily, you don't have to go into the aftermath of the Japanese attack when America retaliated which is a giant relief.
There is a short break - about 15 minutes or so - where you can eat a snack while planning but, being your friends least favourite flavour of jam, you left your lunch at home in the rush of adrenaline.
You load up your computer to check the register for your next lesson. All of the names look strange, nothing like the names you had in your class when you were back at school, apart from one. A very familiar one too. You mutter it under your breath.
"Ken, Kaneki."
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Can You Keep A Secret? (Tokyo Ghoul x Reader)
Fanfiction"Why are you looking at me like that?" He says to you. "You've been acting strange," you say slowly, "and why have you bought so much coffee? You never used to like it." "Uhh... my friend showed it to me," he says. In theory, he should be great at l...
