Zora's voice grew louder as he stared intently at Kazimir, who still clutched the steel pipe. “I told you T4L5! Why aren't you doing it, Kazimir?!”

"Y-Yeah, okay. I got it, calm down. Jeez," Kazimir muttered, clicking his tongue and briefly glancing at Mr. Arcturus. "Just you wait. I'll really get you soon," he added, walking away with the steel pipe resting on his shoulder and his left hand casually in his pocket.

"These students are certainly full of energy. As a teacher, I need to ensure I get along with them," he thought.

As Mr. Arcturus watched Kazimir leave, he couldn't help but compare the ever-present steel pipe to a potential weapon. "I think that might be dangerous if he hit someone with that weapon," he thought.

As Mr. Arcturus observed the student walking away, he concluded that this student had a powerful presence capable of leading a group. He resembled a wolf preparing for a hunt. His piercing, sharp blue eyes held a captivating and intense gaze. Thick, slightly arched eyebrows gave him a keen and perceptive appearance. His dark, thick hair, with a hint of wildness and a slight wave, added to his rugged charm.

“Well, let’s see their presentation first. It won’t hurt to grade their performance, at least.” Mr. Arcturus composed himself, adjusting his tie and running his fingers through his hair to restore order to his appearance amidst the commotion. He observed his students, who were now preoccupied, and felt a sense of peace since none of them were trying to bother him anymore.

Observing the students who had been confined to this classroom for years, Mr. Arcturus felt a deep curiosity stir within him. He wondered how they had grown resilient together, how they were managing to cope. Despite the challenges they faced and the school's treatment of them, he wanted to understand how they continued to endure and persevere.

These students weren’t just ordinary teenagers, they held more within them and not just that but  Mr. Arcturus couldn’t help but realize they’ve been longing for freedom. They never desired the circumstances they found themselves in, but were just forced to endure the consequences of some adults' misguided decisions. As a teacher, it was his duty to guide these students, no matter how challenging they might become, or no matter what circumstances might happen in the future. Mr. Arcturus remained hopeful, knowing that even in the darkest of times, a glimmer of light would eventually emerge, no matter how long it took.

Mr. Arcturus believed that as a teacher, it was essential to comprehend a student’s circumstances regardless of the situation. When students displayed challenging behavior towards him, he understood it could arise from various factors like personal issues, academic struggles, or other issues. Rather than reacting negatively, he aimed to respond with empathy and patience. He recognized that their actions might be a way of expressing themselves or dealing with difficulties. Through careful observation, attentive listening, and open dialogue, Mr. Arcturus had planned to know the root causes of their behavior. He understood that positive reinforcement and support were more than important, not just when students succeeded, but also during their struggles. Celebrating their achievements and being mindful of their needs would help bring up a supportive environment where students could feel valued and motivated. Teaching was always a challenging path, and Mr. Arcturus knew it wouldn’t get any easier. Nonetheless, he was eager to share his passion for teaching with his students, knowing that by doing so, he could make a positive impact on their lives.

A moment later, Mr. Arcturus moved toward his portfolio which had been tossed aside by Zyair earlier before the conflict, for him to retrieve Kazimir’s profile. Despite Zora mentioning his name just a while ago, Mr. Arcturus felt compelled to confirm the details firsthand to firmly sink the student's name in his memory, and also to review the profiles of the other students.

Mr. Arcturus knelt on the ground, his hands reaching out towards the folder lying on the cold, hard floor. His fingers were just about to brush against the cover when a familiar yet mocking voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Looking for this?" the voice taunted, laced with a hint of sarcasm.

Mr. Arcturus glanced up, his eyes locking onto a female student. She was holding the folder, casually flipping through its pages with one hand, while the other hand displayed the tempting glint of a silver lighter.

The student smiled down at Mr. Arcturus while holding the folder away from him and flicking through the pages one by one. "Gotta say..." she said, her tone mocking, "... not much in here."

"Indeed." Mr. Arcturus chuckled softly as the student stood over him, flicking through his folder. 

"Maybe I should keep it," she teased once again, a sly grin on her face as her thumb traced the surface of the folder's cover.

"I'd prefer you didn't," he responded, his tone light and mild, not betraying any other emotions.

The student met his eyes with a mischievous smile. "And what will you do to stop me? Take it?" she taunted, keeping the folder just out of his grasp.

Mr. Arcturus chuckled again, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I could," he responded, his voice still mild, "but I'd prefer not to."

The student's smirk only widened. "Too scared?" she taunted, taking a step back as she held the folder away from him.

The student's smirk widened further at his response, clearly enjoying riling him up. Mr. Arcturus remained still, looking at her with a calm expression.

"No, dear," he replied, his voice still mild, "Just not particularly fond of unnecessary confrontations."

The student laughed at his response, her smirk turning into a grin. "Oh, so you are scared."

Mr. Arcturus' eyes went wide with awareness as he realized what the girl was about to do. "Don't-" he began, his voice firm, but his words were cut off as she flicked the lighter on. The small flame danced to life with a quiet "ssnip."