Sho Minamimoto shook his head as he walked down the hallway towards his first class. How was he roped into a job like this? A math teacher…at an all female high school. Not a desirable job, even for the math obsessed teen. The students were barely younger than he was! Not to mention he was required to wear a suit, which didn’t flow with his style. The only parts of the job he liked was the math and the building, which reminded him a lot of his beautiful, perfectly calculated heaps.
   The directions the office had given him for his first class were easily to follow, and he arrived just as the bell sounded to start class. The door squeaked and stuck as he tried to pull it open. Frustrated, he kicked the bottom hinges and yanked the door open all the way. The handle hit the hallway wall with a loud, resounding smack. He quickly pulled the door closed behind him to avoid dirty looks from other teachers.
   As he took his place at his desk, he noticed that all the girls were staring at him. The attention wasn’t unexpected, especially after his encounter with the demon door, but most of them had an interesting look in there eyes. He couldn’t quite place it, but it was giving him the creeps. He pulled out the attendance list and started calling out names. The girls stared in awe as he read, and each one answered promptly at their name.
   When he finished, he put the list back and turned to the class. “All right radians, I’m Sho Minamimoto, and I’ll be teaching you math for the rest of this year, seeing as your last teacher is on leave.”
   As soon as he finished, the entire class burst out into chatter, each girl turning to the one next to her to speak, and then turn to another to continue the conversation. Frustrated, he turned back to his bag and pulled out the marks list from the previous term. He almost wanted to puke. The class average was 62, with most marks ranging from 45 to 72. Only a few marks were above 80, with the highest being 93. Looking at the seating plan, he noticed that the two students with the highest marks were sitting in the front, directly across from the board.
   That pushed him over the edge. Him, of all people, chosen to teach a bunch of factoring hectopascals like them? It was an insult. He pulled out his megaphone and took a deep breath. One of the girls, the one with the 93, noticed this and covered her ears, preparing for the worst.
   “ATTENTION, YOCTOGRAMS!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. “WHAT THE FACTOR DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”
   Everyone in the class jumped. A few of the girls at the back fell backwards out of their chairs. Even the girl covering her ears jumped in her seat. All of the startled expressions converged on him.
   “You zetta sons of digits, I’m in charge here, so what I say, goes. So, all attention on me, understood?” he snapped, folding his arms. “Or I’ll be forced to use this again.” He gestured with his megaphone.
   Almost all of the students cringed, and nodded.
   “Good. Now, can one of you radians tell me what you were taking before the break?”
   The girl in the front raised her hand hesitantly. “We were about to start trigonometry, Sir…”
   “SOH CAH TOA,” he chuckled. All of the students, save for a few, gave him a look of total confusion. He shook his head, internally grumbling at their stupidity.
   He went back to his desk, placing down his megaphone, and flipped to their teacher’s notes. Noting that they weren’t very far into the unit, he flipped open his textbook and turned to the unit. Quickly skimming the questions, he mentally checked off the ones he believed that he could solve himself. Finally, he snapped the book shut and turned back to the class.
   “Your homework starts on page 319. I want all of the questions in the section done for next class,” he announced, “Any incompletes will be iterated.” He picked up his megaphone. “CLASS DISMISSED!”
   Without any objections from the class, everyone packed up and filed out, quietly mumbling amongst themselves about a number of things. He caught that a few of the girls were talking about him, but he didn’t pay any attention. When they had all left, he slammed the door shut and dropped into the chair at his desk with a sigh. It was going to be a long year.