Kai's pov

I was in the principal's office. "This time you are going to teach only one junior class." The principal informed me, pausing as he awaited my response. I nodded.

"Mr. Monota...?A complaint from class 2 B." A teacher came in hurriedly, almost spilling her books.

"What happened?" the principal asked.

"A boy and a girl were fighting." The dishevelled woman sputtered.

A fight? Here?!

"Call the boy!" I ordered.

"He is hurt." She replied.

"What? The girl hurt him?" Mr. Monota asked. "Call the girl." He said sternly.

I watched as that same girl who had challenged me in class entered the office room. She had a black eye.

"Why did you hurt him?" the principal asked patiently, yet disapprovingly. He paused before continuing, "Every student at this esteemed school knows that we have no tolerance for bullying."

"He spoke vulgarly about my mom." The small girl said with fire in her eyes.

"What did he say?" He asked.

"He said that my mom was a slut and I was a bitch!" She blurted, hiding her tears.

"You may leave." He said, dismissing her. Her brow furrowed as if in wondering, you're not going to do anything about this? She went away, clenching her thin fingers into a tight ball.

"Who is she sir?" I asked him.

"Her name is Kary." He said.

I went away. My next class was 10th C. I was satisfied as I liked higher classes. Not that I'd ever admit it aloud, but I could get away with threatening them a lot. "Hn." I muttered as I started the physics lessons.

"So the pull of earth is downwards which is gravitational force..." I continued. "So apple was the cause... Newton came to find about this force." I spoke and everyone listened.

"Sir washroom..." A girl said, interrupting my lesson.

"Proper English! Should I wash the room?!" I yelled at her, impatiently. Startled, she immediately sat back down in her place. I smirked.

It was my next class. I got a substitution period in class 2B. I found a boy giggling looking at a girl.

"You.. Hey.. You stand up! What were you looking at? What's that in your hand?" I went towards his place and grabbed the paper. I read it out loud.

"'Hey, I love you... Maybe you don't know me but I know you very well. Please don't reject me...

Yours... Myoko-chan.'"

I was shocked to read it. All the class looked at the girl. She ran away to the washroom. "This kind of thing shouldn't be done." I said, continuing the class. Ugh.. Kids these days... Love.. In a 2nd year class... I can't believe that... I thought as I cleaned the textbooks. I cleared all of the books of dirty handwriting, scribbles, and doodles. But one book was exceptionally neat and clean. I checked for the name.

Kary Tachibana.

Tachibana?! It means Hilary... "Kary!" I called her.

"Yes sir.." She responded closing her eyes.

"Is your mom Hilary?" I asked. She immediately opened her eyes, glaring slightly at me.

"Yes... Is there a problem with that...?" She asked.

I shook my head. "Thank you." She spoke and sat down.

Hilary has a daughter. She's almost seven years old. Seven years... Oh my God! Seven years ... Does that mean ... I ...? I ... Seven years ago, we were together... But… No, it can't be so… She can't be my...