C4tloverrr

"Alright, class! Take your seats!" Trousers Briefs already occupied his designated seat, sitting among the wild disarray of students clamboring to their spots. His sharp, charcoal eyes were glued to the front of the class with a look of concentration and annoyance, unwavering and cold. Finally, much to his poor ears' relief, his classmates had reached their chairs and quieted to a reasonable level. He exhaled through his nose heavily. Foods Class was such a pain. "Today, class," the stocky, curly-haired teacher Mrs. Webben said loudly, "you'll be getting into groups of four—one grade level each!" Murmurs and groans of disdain of min