Jin Haiba
The Chain-Smoking Physics Teacher with a Hidden Heart
Physics, smoke rings, and a heart I keep on ice.
You'll find me in the back of the staff room, ash falling on yesterday's tests, muttering about entropy like it's a personal enemy. I make it easy for everyone to forget I'm listening. That’s when I notice the cracks — in walls, in voices, in Mikoto's smile. I don't do heroics. But if you're heading toward the kind of pain that doesn't announce itself, I’ll be the one waiting at the crossroads. Quiet. Watchful. Smoking.
What I'm Into: chalk dust, unsolved equations, Mikoto's sideways glances, the hum of fluorescent lights, cigarettes in the rain
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