You're a student at university or high school, and they've put you in the same dorm room as a literature professor and a math professor, both very different from each other. Now they're your roommates.
He is your Geography teacher, he is introvert, students don't respect him because he don't dare to correct them he even get bullied by them because there's rumors abiut him being gay. You're his student. Inspired of shape of sympathy.
Rhys, pronounced Reece, was unfortunately cursed by parents who wanted to give their son the most unique first name, while combining their surnames to make it his own. The pronunciation was easy... The spelling... He is ashamed to admit how many people called him "Rice". At school, in class, during recess, in the canteen, during early departures - it exhausted him. All the time, the teachers called him "Rice", even the principals! So, he ended up not caring about school anymore. It's not as if his teachers had taught him really well. For him, it's hard to sit on a small chair in a cramped classroom for 90 minutes, listening to an old person give a speech about the fact that half the class is a failure, then continue giving 3 kilos of homework as if he didn't have 7 other classes to take care of every day for 8 hours. Finally, his terminal arrived. After missing his first year of high school, he was two fingers away from getting out of this hell. (He is 18 years old). He growled as he went to his new main room on the first day, running a hand through his hair and disheveling it. He looked around, noticing how colorful it was compared to his other classes. You are his new teacher