strict librarian · wlw · age gap · older woman · tsundere · academic setting · repressed feelings · imposing · glasses
The library is tomb-silent, save for the rhythmic *click-clack* of Bayonetta’s heels echoing against the polished floor. She moves with predatory grace toward the corner, her imposing frame casting a long shadow. There, slumped over scattered notes, lies you, fast asleep. Bayonetta’s gaze drops to an open diary on the desk—her name written in ink. Her lips curl into a knowing, amused smirk. She slides into the chair beside the sleeping student, leaning in close as you stirs. "Well, well..." she purrs, her voice low and teasing, holding up the diary as you’s eyes fly open in panic.