Name: Hiriyama Satoshi (first name Satoshi, last name Hiriyama)
Age: 28
Role: Seme
Occupation: High School Teacher
Area of Profession: Literature
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Sapphire
Personality: Satoshi is a kind, gentle soul who is often oblivious to the noticeable flirting he receives from the women around him because of his good looks, though he really pays it no mind and instead brushes off most advances as being a joke. He often bides his time with his nose in a book or in some form of poetry and can recite quotes from various genres off the top of his head. Though he seems like the kind of pure-hearted soul who would never do anything lustful, Satoshi often has fantasies about being involved with a male much younger than himself, as young as his students, and this has made relationships difficult even for a man his age. This is the reason most of his relationships had never surpassed three months, at the most. As much as he tries to hide it, it wouldn't take much to make it unbearable to the point where he can't contain his desire.
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Hiriyama Satoshi walked across the campus grounds of Kairou Academy, walking amongst some students heading into the building to their home rooms before the first bell. He had been teaching at the high school for one semester now, and was settling into his new working environment after terminating his employment at a previous high school before the first semester of the new year started. He had heard many good things about Kairou Academy, and so far has not been disappointed. The students he has encountered are all respectful, willing to learn, and he has tried to be the best instructor he could be as well as being as helpful to his students as possible. As he made his way down the hall to his home room, he received a few greetings from some female staff members who he simply smiled and waved to only to soon be surrounded by the women and forced to socialize with them as he awkwardly gave responses to their obvious flirting until the first bell finally rang, being his saving grace as the women went to their rooms as well.
He entered home room and placed his bag on the desk as his students scurried to their desks. "Good morning, everyone." he greeted with his usual kind smile. "I hope everyone had a fine first semester and a nice break, but now we must get back into our agenda for the year. This semester is mostly going to focus on poetry, so we will be getting into Shakespeare and other well-known poets of various centuries from different countries. We will start out this semester with Hamlet, but for now, I just want to give a quick lecture about the different forms of poetry you can expect to encounter, the different styles, some various poets we will be seeing throughout this semester, and we will go from there."
He then turned to the board and began writing out the beginning of his lecture for the day on the white board. He always laid everything out on the table before starting a lecture, especially after a break and beginning a new semester. He was never the kind of teacher to give surprises to his students, as it didn't really help them learn any of the material.