A hand slammed down on the ringing alarm clock beside a large bed in a modern, elegantly plain room, shutting off the annoying noise eminating from the small box. Takashi Muraki sits up in his bed and sighs, running a hand through his long medium brown hair. Another day of teaching was ahead. Another day of being in a class room with high schoolers. And this time, it'd be in a whole new school. The young man had recently transferred from one school to this one. And sadly, summer had just ended. So without wasting any more time, he steps out of bed and heads into his bathroom. The young teacher was about 5'10", lean and fit but no where near one of those over done muscle monkies. His green eyes could make any woman swoon and he had the perfectly lightly tanned skin. Honestly, he didn't have to work at all if he didn't want to. His family was rich and he had all the money in the world at his disposal. But that wasn't the way the man wanted to live his life. He'd rather go out and live a normal life, working, enjoying and hating moments he'd go through. That was what to live really was. Experiencing the good and the bad and working through it. He walks out of the bathroom after a quick shower and brushing his teeth. Stopping in front of his closet, he dresses himself in plain black slacks and a white button up shirt, pulling it on before tying a black tie around his neck. He'd tied his hair back in a loose, lowly tied ponytail and slid on some thin framed glasses. After a hurried breakfast and swift retreat from his home, the ride to his new school was uneventful. He walks through the deserted morning halls, sliding open the door to his new classroom and moving over to his new desk. Everything around him was new and soon, the students would be arriving. One more new thing to deal with. He sighs, pushing his glasses up slightly on the bridge of his nose as he sets his desk with his simple things before sitting down in his chair, crossing his legs. He'd often been called a pretty boy or a girl in disguise due to his long hair and elegant features. But in reality, he looked more like nobility then anything. It didn't matter though, he'd always earn his students respect quite quickly. It wasn't hard. He was the type that got respect if he wanted it, when he wanted it. He sits in wait for the first few students to arrive.