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“I can’t believe I finally made it to college!”

“I know; my parents have really high expectations of me, though… I’m scared that I might mess up my first semester.”

“Don’t worry! Besides, once you meet this teacher, you won’t be concerned with your grades very much. I hear he’s quite handsome.”

The endless chit-chat of the incoming freshman was beginning to make your head hurt; they had been at it since eight-thirty, and class didn’t start until ten. It was already early enough as it was, but you had experienced this sort of excitement before. You yourself were a senior, and got to experience multiple years of giddy, annoying freshman just like the ones who were currently standing in small clusters around the small room. This was your final year before you got your degree in (major), and this class was more of an elective to you than anything else; however, you knew the exact reason why all these irritating freshman chose to attend this class:

The new Marine Biology professor.

Now, you had seen professors come and go over the course of your college career, however, you had never seen such excitement for an incoming one before. You had heard all of the rumors over the summer: he was a strict professor with zero tolerance for misbehavior, he was incredibly blessed with good looks, and that he never opened up to anyone. However, you figured that none of that really mattered, seeing as how you were here to learn, not get involved in pointless gawking at a professor who happened to be good looking. You had gone this long, damn near twenty-two years, without falling for the useless ideology that is having a ‘partner’ during your educational years, and no amount of good looks would ever change that. Because of this, people often referred to you as a prude, but that didn’t particularly matter to you; “let them think what they will,” you often told yourself.

You glanced down at the watch you wore upon your wrist, a quiet sigh passing your lips as your gaze fell upon the numbers nine, five, and six; four minutes until class officially started. You turned your gaze over to the wooden door, cocking your eyebrow slightly as you half-expected your new professor to throw it open and demand that everyone be seated. However, this was not the case. You clicked your tongue in slight annoyance as the giggling of the excited schoolgirls filled your ears once again; you were beginning to severely regret choosing an elective that was mostly oriented towards incoming freshmen. Within a matter of moments, you noticed the giggling and chattering of schoolgirls quiet down to nothing more than mere whispers, which was a welcomed relief to your near-throbbing head. That was when you first heard the steady tapping of slightly-heeled shoes tapping their way down the tiled hallway.

The girls, who originally were clustered together in their own small groups, immediately gathered around the door; the mass of humanity made you roll your eyes, and you bent down to unhook your bag that lie in rest beside your desk. You hummed softly as you slowly pulled your notebook from the fabric-covered bag, and then tugged your pencil and eraser from their spots of rest within your bag as well. You heard a loud exclamation from the girls who had gathered by the door, alerting you that your new professor had finally arrived. Your (color) eyes darted over to the swarming mass of females by the door, only to see a tuft of black hair making its way through the sea of hormones. You grinned to yourself; you admired your professor already for not making a big scene and personally shoving his way through the girls instead of catering to their every need like most professors you had known did. Your eyes followed the man all the way behind his desk, where he placed a large stack of papers and books, right beside one another.

He gave a heavy sigh, one that contained slight irritation, and the amused look upon your face only grew. You knew that if these girls kept this up, your new professor would have them off his roster in ten seconds flat. Upon finally taking the time to examine your professor, you noticed that he was wearing a pair of black, Matsuda brand glasses. His body was covered in an elegant, dark grey suit; upon his right breast sat a small, golden pin. From where you were sitting, you were surprised to see that it was a beautiful design of two dolphins touching noses, however, the particular positioning of the dolphins formed a heart upon further examination. Two more small, golden pins sat upon his collar, one of an upside down dolphin, and the other of an intricately detailed sun. You had to admit, your new professor had a very nice, elegant sense of fashion, and an obvious love for what he was going to teach.

The man ran his thumb and forefinger along his collar, positioning it more comfortably upon his neck before beginning to tap his fingers slowly upon the desk in front of him. He spoke no words, but his stare was cold enough to send a shiver along the spines of the women who were still corralled by the door. You saw them immediately find seats across the room, and you couldn’t help but give a quiet snort in amusement; these girls were already wrapped around their professors’ finger, which meant he would keep them quiet. His turquoise eyes scanned the room, and he scrawled something down on a piece of paper in front of him- his roster? No, he hadn’t called any names, yet. He cleared his throat, standing upright once he was finished writing.

“I’ll keep this short, and simple. I do not take roll in this class; the number of students in here is far too great for anything like that. However, if you don’t wish to fail this course, you will show up every single day. Should anyone decide to argue with me in my office when I drop you from my roster with a withdrawal failure, you’ll be met with a wooden door in your face since I’ve already warned you.”

His sincere tone sent a small shiver along your spine; but, this was good. Freshmen needed someone to keep them in line, and it seemed as though this man would be the one to do it. You took a deep breath, leaning back in your chair and folding your hands across your midsection; this was certainly going to be a wonderful class with such a stern man running things. You watched the man turn on his heel and walk in front of the blackboard, swiftly grabbing a piece of white chalk between his thumb and his forefinger.

“Pop quiz. One of you will come to the front and name the different parts of a dolphin. I would suggest the most well-informed student do this, seeing as how this one student will determine the grade for the whole class.”

Your eyes widened slightly; the smartest person in the class? You glanced around, and sure enough, all the upperclassmen were staring directly at you. The freshmen, having no idea what was going on, followed suit like sheep and directed their gaze upon you, as well. You groaned quietly, slowly rising to your feet and making your way down to your professors’ desk. You watched his hand run along the blackboard, and once he finished drawing a rather realistic dolphin, he turned to face you.

“Hmph. You must be the one whom will ace this quiz, yes?”

You sighed softly, and took the piece of chalk from his outstretched hand. Upon padding up to the blackboard, you inhaled deeply and tried to remember all that you had learned about sea life in previous courses.

‘Hm… that’s the dorsal fin, of course. And here are the flukes… oh, and there’s the median notch.’

Your mind continued to run along each individual portion of the dolphin, your hand writing out the correct name for each bit that your mind thought out. Upon finishing the final name, you stepped back, took one final glance over everything to make sure the answers were adequate, and then smiled as you turned to face your professor. You bowed politely at your waist, placing the chalk back into his hand as you did so.

“I’m finished, Sir.”

You heard the man give a slight huff, and he turned his attention back to the blackboard that was now covered in writing. His eyes scanned the words that lined the anatomy of the dolphin he had drawn, and he cocked his eyebrow slightly once he was finished. He cleared his throat again, pushing his glasses up the ridge of his nose as he turned to address the class.

“You’ll be glad to know that everything upon the board is correct. However, only-“

He stopped, glancing over at you; he had no idea what you name was. Realizing that this was the information he was looking for, you gave him another smile and stated your name.

“(First Name). (First and Last Name).”

“-only Miss (Last Name) will be receiving extra credit for this pop quiz. Perhaps you should all learn from her and be leaders, instead of shoving all the work onto her shoulders.”

You felt your heart flutter slightly from the compliment, and you bowed once more before heading back up to your chair. You loved the fact that this man wasn’t afraid to call students out for their behavior, something that most professors refused to do. You heard your professor begin to speak, and saw him begin to write down several notes upon the blackboard; you flipped open your notebook, grabbing your pencil firmly within your hand before beginning to copy down exactly what he was scribbling onto the board:

‘Professor’s Name: Mr. Jotaro Kujo (goes by Mr. Kujo)

Office Hours: 8pm – 11pm; Monday – Friday

Grades cannot be discussed outside of his office (not even via email)

No late work!

Student/Teacher meetings can be scheduled via email

If grade drops below C-level, automatic withdrawal failure from his class’

You placed your pencil down upon your desk, then leaned back into your chair once more as you listened to the frantic scribbling of the other students who were still taking notes. You rolled your eyes; surely it didn’t take this long to write down six simple notes about the professor. Wait- why did he write all of that upon the board? Surely he was going to hand out a syllabus, wasn’t he? You heard a rather loud thump from the front of the room, and you glanced up to see Mr. Kujo staring intently at the class he was in charge of teaching.

“There will be no syllabus for this course. Everything we do in here will be decided by me, and you will never know what I’m going to quiz you over. So, I suggest you take some damn good notes, hm?”

He allowed a small hint of a smile to slither across his lips, and he raised the tip of his chalk to the blackboard, pressing down against it lightly.

“Now… shall we begin?”

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“I can’t believe I finally made it to college!”

“I know; my parents have really high expectations of me, though… I’m scared that I might mess up my first semester.”

“Don’t worry! Besides, once you meet this teacher, you won’t be concerned with your grades very much. I hear he’s quite handsome.”

The endless chit-chat of the incoming freshman was beginning to make your head hurt; they had been at it since eight-thirty, and class didn’t start until ten. It was already early enough as it was, but you had experienced this sort of excitement before. You yourself were a senior, and got to experience multiple years of giddy, annoying freshman just like the ones who were currently standing in small clusters around the small room. This was your final year before you got your degree in (major), and this class was more of an elective to you than anything else; however, you knew the exact reason why all these irritating freshman chose to attend this class:

The new Marine Biology professor.

Now, you had seen professors come and go over the course of your college career, however, you had never seen such excitement for an incoming one before. You had heard all of the rumors over the summer: he was a strict professor with zero tolerance for misbehavior, he was incredibly blessed with good looks, and that he never opened up to anyone. However, you figured that none of that really mattered, seeing as how you were here to learn, not get involved in pointless gawking at a professor who happened to be good looking. You had gone this long, damn near twenty-two years, without falling for the useless ideology that is having a ‘partner’ during your educational years, and no amount of good looks would ever change that. Because of this, people often referred to you as a prude, but that didn’t particularly matter to you; “let them think what they will,” you often told yourself.

You glanced down at the watch you wore upon your wrist, a quiet sigh passing your lips as your gaze fell upon the numbers nine, five, and six; four minutes until class officially started. You turned your gaze over to the wooden door, cocking your eyebrow slightly as you half-expected your new professor to throw it open and demand that everyone be seated. However, this was not the case. You clicked your tongue in slight annoyance as the giggling of the excited schoolgirls filled your ears once again; you were beginning to severely regret choosing an elective that was mostly oriented towards incoming freshmen. Within a matter of moments, you noticed the giggling and chattering of schoolgirls quiet down to nothing more than mere whispers, which was a welcomed relief to your near-throbbing head. That was when you first heard the steady tapping of slightly-heeled shoes tapping their way down the tiled hallway.

The girls, who originally were clustered together in their own small groups, immediately gathered around the door; the mass of humanity made you roll your eyes, and you bent down to unhook your bag that lie in rest beside your desk. You hummed softly as you slowly pulled your notebook from the fabric-covered bag, and then tugged your pencil and eraser from their spots of rest within your bag as well. You heard a loud exclamation from the girls who had gathered by the door, alerting you that your new professor had finally arrived. Your (color) eyes darted over to the swarming mass of females by the door, only to see a tuft of black hair making its way through the sea of hormones. You grinned to yourself; you admired your professor already for not making a big scene and personally shoving his way through the girls instead of catering to their every need like most professors you had known did. Your eyes followed the man all the way behind his desk, where he placed a large stack of papers and books, right beside one another.

He gave a heavy sigh, one that contained slight irritation, and the amused look upon your face only grew. You knew that if these girls kept this up, your new professor would have them off his roster in ten seconds flat. Upon finally taking the time to examine your professor, you noticed that he was wearing a pair of black, Matsuda brand glasses. His body was covered in an elegant, dark grey suit; upon his right breast sat a small, golden pin. From where you were sitting, you were surprised to see that it was a beautiful design of two dolphins touching noses, however, the particular positioning of the dolphins formed a heart upon further examination. Two more small, golden pins sat upon his collar, one of an upside down dolphin, and the other of an intricately detailed sun. You had to admit, your new professor had a very nice, elegant sense of fashion, and an obvious love for what he was going to teach.

The man ran his thumb and forefinger along his collar, positioning it more comfortably upon his neck before beginning to tap his fingers slowly upon the desk in front of him. He spoke no words, but his stare was cold enough to send a shiver along the spines of the women who were still corralled by the door. You saw them immediately find seats across the room, and you couldn’t help but give a quiet snort in amusement; these girls were already wrapped around their professors’ finger, which meant he would keep them quiet. His turquoise eyes scanned the room, and he scrawled something down on a piece of paper in front of him- his roster? No, he hadn’t called any names, yet. He cleared his throat, standing upright once he was finished writing.

“I’ll keep this short, and simple. I do not take roll in this class; the number of students in here is far too great for anything like that. However, if you don’t wish to fail this course, you will show up every single day. Should anyone decide to argue with me in my office when I drop you from my roster with a withdrawal failure, you’ll be met with a wooden door in your face since I’ve already warned you.”

His sincere tone sent a small shiver along your spine; but, this was good. Freshmen needed someone to keep them in line, and it seemed as though this man would be the one to do it. You took a deep breath, leaning back in your chair and folding your hands across your midsection; this was certainly going to be a wonderful class with such a stern man running things. You watched the man turn on his heel and walk in front of the blackboard, swiftly grabbing a piece of white chalk between his thumb and his forefinger.

“Pop quiz. One of you will come to the front and name the different parts of a dolphin. I would suggest the most well-informed student do this, seeing as how this one student will determine the grade for the whole class.”

Your eyes widened slightly; the smartest person in the class? You glanced around, and sure enough, all the upperclassmen were staring directly at you. The freshmen, having no idea what was going on, followed suit like sheep and directed their gaze upon you, as well. You groaned quietly, slowly rising to your feet and making your way down to your professors’ desk. You watched his hand run along the blackboard, and once he finished drawing a rather realistic dolphin, he turned to face you.

“Hmph. You must be the one whom will ace this quiz, yes?”

You sighed softly, and took the piece of chalk from his outstretched hand. Upon padding up to the blackboard, you inhaled deeply and tried to remember all that you had learned about sea life in previous courses.

‘Hm… that’s the dorsal fin, of course. And here are the flukes… oh, and there’s the median notch.’

Your mind continued to run along each individual portion of the dolphin, your hand writing out the correct name for each bit that your mind thought out. Upon finishing the final name, you stepped back, took one final glance over everything to make sure the answers were adequate, and then smiled as you turned to face your professor. You bowed politely at your waist, placing the chalk back into his hand as you did so.

“I’m finished, Sir.”

You heard the man give a slight huff, and he turned his attention back to the blackboard that was now covered in writing. His eyes scanned the words that lined the anatomy of the dolphin he had drawn, and he cocked his eyebrow slightly once he was finished. He cleared his throat again, pushing his glasses up the ridge of his nose as he turned to address the class.

“You’ll be glad to know that everything upon the board is correct. However, only-“

He stopped, glancing over at you; he had no idea what you name was. Realizing that this was the information he was looking for, you gave him another smile and stated your name.

“(First Name). (First and Last Name).”

“-only Miss (Last Name) will be receiving extra credit for this pop quiz. Perhaps you should all learn from her and be leaders, instead of shoving all the work onto her shoulders.”

You felt your heart flutter slightly from the compliment, and you bowed once more before heading back up to your chair. You loved the fact that this man wasn’t afraid to call students out for their behavior, something that most professors refused to do. You heard your professor begin to speak, and saw him begin to write down several notes upon the blackboard; you flipped open your notebook, grabbing your pencil firmly within your hand before beginning to copy down exactly what he was scribbling onto the board:

‘Professor’s Name: Mr. Jotaro Kujo (goes by Mr. Kujo)

Office Hours: 8pm – 11pm; Monday – Friday

Grades cannot be discussed outside of his office (not even via email)

No late work!

Student/Teacher meetings can be scheduled via email

If grade drops below C-level, automatic withdrawal failure from his class’

You placed your pencil down upon your desk, then leaned back into your chair once more as you listened to the frantic scribbling of the other students who were still taking notes. You rolled your eyes; surely it didn’t take this long to write down six simple notes about the professor. Wait- why did he write all of that upon the board? Surely he was going to hand out a syllabus, wasn’t he? You heard a rather loud thump from the front of the room, and you glanced up to see Mr. Kujo staring intently at the class he was in charge of teaching.

“There will be no syllabus for this course. Everything we do in here will be decided by me, and you will never know what I’m going to quiz you over. So, I suggest you take some damn good notes, hm?”

He allowed a small hint of a smile to slither across his lips, and he raised the tip of his chalk to the blackboard, pressing down against it lightly.

“Now… shall we begin?”