The loud ring of the bell didn't pull him away from his thoughts, but shoved him unceremoniously instead.
Eyes which had, by automatism, lost their focus, scrambled to find their focus once more. Papers. A neat stack of them, sitting cleanly on his desk. Covered in messy and often uncared for black letters, that stained the white page quite prettily, if you asked him. Besides them was a crimson pen, very thin, very elegant. A birthday present, if he remembered well, from someone who had thought of nothing better. Well, he wouldn't complain; it had become his favorite pen for marking. That was, when he remembered to do it. "Kiyoteru ? Your class is gonna be waiting for you, and it's raining..." "A-Ah, right !" He returned the kind smile his colleague had briefly given him, and heard the door slam behind her. Okay. He had a lesson. Feeling strangely dazed, he got to his feet and packed the (disregarded) papers into their folder - into his bag it went. The pen found its rightful place in his coat pocket and rested there...the lucky thing.
He, however, had no time to stick around when his children were getting wet out there. A smile rose lazily to his lips immediately following the thought; his children. Yes, they quite were, in some way. The young teacher was still fresh and bright and had yet to be worn down by shrieks and cries and the youth's madness. He loved those he teached - how long that would last, he did not know, but for now that was so and so with all his heart. Transmitting knowledge to them was his priviledge, getting to know them, see them grow, something he cherished dearly. So best not leave them outside to get soaked !
His stepped out into the corridor, the sound of his soles against the floor ringing sharply around him. A left turn, then a right, and there was his classroom. "C05 - HIYAMA", the door announced proudly, beaming up at him in great, bold symbols. He beamed right back for as long as he dared, and then got a move on unlocking the door. Hurry in, hurry in ! So he did, tossing his briefcase onto his desk and making his way surely towards the window. Fumbling with the handble, he opened it, and stuck his head out into the rain.