IKUTO'S POV
I gripped the Starbuck's coffee in my hands as I passed through the hallway, one hand shoved into my pocket. Today I started my job as a High School teacher for Seiyo. No biggie. I was just the art teacher, I thought as I passed through the hallway, seeing shades of brown and blonde, normal hair colors of my students. I made my way into the class room and took my seat, turning around I noticed a few kids were early. A tall, lean, blonde boy. A energetic girl with ginger hair. A petite blonde girl with a cute appearance, not my type though. A boy with long indigo hair, and a boy with reddish brown hair. Most importantly, a pinkette.
My eyes widened at her beauty, and I felt a smirk tugging at my lips.
Hello, I thought to myself.
The bell rang and other teenagers began filling the room, and everyone took their seats.
I was anxiously waiting till I could take roll, so I could know the pinkette's name.
"Tadase Hotari," I called and the tall, lean, blonde boy raised his hand but still keeping his eyes on the pinkette. Figures. Always the beautiful ones have a few admirers. Competition for me.
"Rima Mashiro," I read, and the petite blonde girl that I thought had a cute appearance raised her arm slightly.
"Nagihiko Fujisaki," and the boy with the long indigo hair said, "Here, sensei!"
"Kukai Souma." The reddish brown haired boy.
"Yaya Yuiki." The energetic girl with ginger hair.
The list went on and on, until finally.
"Amu Hinamori," and the pinkette raised her hand and said "Here," in the prettiest voice, and again I felt that smirk tugging at my lips. But I couldn't date a student..could I?