When the first tear dropped on my cheek, he nearly jumped out of his seat. I smiled as I watched the horror on his face.
“W-Why are you crying? I...I did nothing!” He lifted his hands to the air to prove his innocence. He moved away from the wall to closely watch me, kneeling closer to me. Firm curses kept coming out of his lips, to my surprise. I heard a few students at school trying to be cool by mumbling curses with different languages they knew. It was in secret or else they would be reported. This was the first time I heard an adult mutter a series of profanities. The firmest and with a strong accent. And it wasn’t because he was happily surprised or something. He was… petrified.
His reaction got worse when tears just poured down from my eyes. It soon frightened me, too, so I stop
