Zane's palm rested firmly on the wooden desk as his lips curled into that signature half-smile.
"Alright, students," he began, his voice casual yet threaded with a weight that pressed down on the room. "Let me introduce myself. I am Zane Creed… and from now on—" his deep purple eyes swept across the class like a blade, freezing each pair of eyes in place, "I'll be your Class Teacher."
The words lingered in the air. Murmurs rippled across the rows of students—some nervous, some curious, some skeptical.
Zane leaned back slightly, his tone shifting to something light, almost teasing.
"I'll be teaching you almost everything alongside the other professors. Except history." His smirk widened. "That's a boring subject."
A few chuckles slipped out, though quickly suppressed by the tense atmosphere.
"Any questions?" Zane asked, his gaze sweeping lazily across the room.
