Chain watched as the students left his classroom, his green eyes blindly staring as their feet stepped over the threshold. Since his band had a gig late the night before, he had barely gotten any sleep and couldn’t wait to get home to bed. As always when tired, he started questioning his decision to teach. A few months ago he was just sitting around his apartment unemployed; his only income the few bucks he made from the band. He had never thought in a million years that he’d be teaching, and when he got the offer he first declined. But his economy clearly wasn’t working, so he reluctantly took the job, surprised that anyone actually would hire him.
Even though he had combed his normally messy long black hair, and exchanged vulgar t-shirts with a simple white shirt, he still didn’t quite fit the teacher-type. And even though the shirt hid most of his tattoos, the ones on his neck and hands still showed.
When all the student had left, he started assembling his things. Now he just had to grab a cup of coffee and then get some music sheets, before he could leave.
Later, with a warm cup straight black in his hands, he started walking towards the music room. He was quite surprised to see that someone was in there, since all the classes had ended, and stopped in the door. He stood there a while, eagerly listening as the girl played the piano. Even though the music was radically different from the kind of music he was into, he really appreciated the melodic complexity and could tell she was very talented. As the song ended, he took another step inside, declaring his presence.
“That was really good y'know” he said with his raspy voice, giving her a friendly smirk.