During the lecture Fred made several passes of Junhong, deterring any people focusing on staring by purposely standing in their field of view. Sure the boy was pretty and distracting in a way, but they were in Fred’s class to learn, and not to oogle a pretty face. He was determined to keep his students focused, but he didn’t remove the distraction - he believed that all students deserved equal opportunity for learning, even if they were distracting he wasn’t misbehaving and that meant he didn’t dare punish the boy for him dressing differently.
The class was quick to learn that Fred would tolerate no teasing or staring and once he was certain he didn’t have to stay there he walked back to the front, dropping a piece of paper on Junhong’s desk that read “see me after class” in neat printed Korean, his handwriting almost as basic as a middle schooler’s, but perfectly legible.
The lesson continued like this uninterrupted and students were introduced to concepts used in finding small details in profiling, from picking up a persons tick when they lied, to forming a connection with the person you’re profiling to trick them into security and truth. It was almost like a manipulation lesson only there was a lot more retention of information involved.
You didn’t profile a manipulation victim, but you did manipulate to profile. But it was also a fine line between gathering and coercion. These were things they had to keep in mind, especially races with natural gifts for manipulation. You wanted to find out if someone was the killer, not manipulate them into believing they are when they are innocent.
“Okay, so that covers the basics. You should be getting into this in your groups. Trying to figure out motive is important. For those of you that pulled the killer cards in your groups, try to avoid letting it be known, find possible motives in others. I want you to really look at the people in your groups, no judgement based on looks” he said as his final statement of the lecture, a two way not towards their assignments, and to the people shamelessly staring at Junhong like he was meat.
He wouldn’t tolerate people staring without thought. His students were better than that.
Junhong had been used to the pressed stares from other students and the light muttering around him judging his every move but he learned over time to block that out. He accepted that he was different in many ways to other’s within Insolitus and he saw it clear on the teachers face that this was not so for him.
It had been the straw that broke the camel’s back when the teacher handed him a note and he felt an array of emotions rush over him as he tried to focus on the class tasks for the day. He had to conceal his role as the team murderer, but he had taken a blow to the confidence he had been beaming seconds before. It was all the discomforted stares from the teacher as he assumed that Professor Fischbach was always accepting and kind.
When moving to sit with his group and let the profiling practice begin, he looked incredibly uncomfortable all of a sudden and glanced over his shoulder again to catch the teacher looking at him. He then shot his hand up and wanted to teacher to call on him, however instead he just exclaimed his dilemma.
“I feel sick sir!” He said, his voice considerably breaking from the feminine one and being more of a whiny tone to it. He didn’t want to wait for an answer he just stood up, dusted the skirt off and moved closer to the teacher. “Please... just send me to the infirmary... having students do that is enough... but I-I.. I’ll get changed... it’s fine.. it’s fine..” He mumbled, eyes downcast to his feet. “Please I need fresh air...”
