"Sir, aren't tattoos a sign of rebellion? I mean, I never heard of anyone who has them and being a trustworthy person.They're usually ...questionable persons."

"I sense a grown-up speaking pattern."the brown haired man smiled bitterly.

"Yeah, my dad always tells us..."the student admitted with shy in her voice.

"Do you think I'm a reliable person, Nana? "he looked at her,then his other stundets who were all sprawled on the grass."You trust me to be a role model for you guys?"

"Geez, teach...what kind of question is that? You are our Ethics ...advisor."another male student chirped, giggling alongside the audience.

""So, what would you think of me if I told you I got a tattoo? Would I still be as trusting a person as I was? Would your parents still trust me with your education?"the man asked them with condescending tone.

The young seemed to dwell a bit on it, many of them dismissing such possibility.Their teacher was anything but the most respectful figure around the compound.Even the others sought his advice and admired his teaching techniques.No way he could be deceiving them...

"Do you?" Nana bit down her lips.She'd been the most prone to face  that reality actually could differ from first impression ,but not in a bad way.