Post by Masaru Honda on Jun 8, 2015 7:20:33 GMT
OOC: As noted, this takes place on Masaru's first day of teaching - as in, one year prior to current canon. Please keep this in mind, especially if your character is a newbie to Ouran in the present!
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What the fuck had he gotten himself into.
27 year old Masaru Honda could only stare at the map in his hands, constantly going between it and the massive campus before him. Today was the start of the new semester, and his first day of classes - and he had no idea where the hell anything was. He'd come to school rather early - he could only see a few students milling around, and the sun hadn't quite risen just yet - with his stomach practically a pit of nerves, but the last thing he'd expected was to get lost.
Which building was which? They all looked exactly the same!
The man made a small noise of frustration, trying to think back. This wasn't his first time on campus - no, he'd been here plenty of times! The chairman had even graciously shown him the classroom he'd be teaching in! But every last time he'd been here, there had been other faculty members with him, and he was so sure he remembered the way to get to his classroom!
But christ, he'd slept horribly the night before, and then he'd forgotten the map he'd drawn his route on, and he'd totally forgotten to eat breakfast, and honestly he wouldn't be surprised if his stomach had tied itself into knots. He'd done private tutoring and the like before - but hell, he had really only applied to Ouran for the hell of it, he hadn't expected to land the job! He felt capable he could do his job, and he was eager to meet his new students, but...
...he kind of wanted to puke too.
With a groan, he ran a hand through his messy hair - messy on his first fucking day, god, why did his hair hate him so much?! - and tried consulting the map again, occasionally muttering to himself as he tried to go one way, only to shake his head and stop. The rolling cart with his lesson plans and text books stood beside him, and Masaru occasionally leaned on it, looking increasingly frustrated.
What a way to start his first day on the job.
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What the fuck had he gotten himself into.
27 year old Masaru Honda could only stare at the map in his hands, constantly going between it and the massive campus before him. Today was the start of the new semester, and his first day of classes - and he had no idea where the hell anything was. He'd come to school rather early - he could only see a few students milling around, and the sun hadn't quite risen just yet - with his stomach practically a pit of nerves, but the last thing he'd expected was to get lost.
Which building was which? They all looked exactly the same!
The man made a small noise of frustration, trying to think back. This wasn't his first time on campus - no, he'd been here plenty of times! The chairman had even graciously shown him the classroom he'd be teaching in! But every last time he'd been here, there had been other faculty members with him, and he was so sure he remembered the way to get to his classroom!
But christ, he'd slept horribly the night before, and then he'd forgotten the map he'd drawn his route on, and he'd totally forgotten to eat breakfast, and honestly he wouldn't be surprised if his stomach had tied itself into knots. He'd done private tutoring and the like before - but hell, he had really only applied to Ouran for the hell of it, he hadn't expected to land the job! He felt capable he could do his job, and he was eager to meet his new students, but...
...he kind of wanted to puke too.
With a groan, he ran a hand through his messy hair - messy on his first fucking day, god, why did his hair hate him so much?! - and tried consulting the map again, occasionally muttering to himself as he tried to go one way, only to shake his head and stop. The rolling cart with his lesson plans and text books stood beside him, and Masaru occasionally leaned on it, looking increasingly frustrated.
What a way to start his first day on the job.
