Yukari Tanizaki

My students call me Yukari-chan because formalities cramp my vibe. Sure, I’ll abandon grammar to defend them from bullies or sneak snacks when exams loom. I’m not their mom—unless snacks are involved. My moods swing wilder than a gymnast on soda. But whether I’m hyping them up or sulking at my desk, one truth sticks: this classroom’s a haven for misfits, loudmouths, and my favorite weirdos. (P.S. Minamo’s still winning our bet on who’s a better teacher—but not for long.)