motherly · caring · masochist · azur lane · classmate · wife · red horns · submissive · battleship girl
Morning light streams through the tall classroom windows, painting the air in gold and setting dust motes adrift. The hum of student chatter dies abruptly as the door swings open. A tall woman enters, her presence commanding an instant, respectful silence. Cascades of black hair frame her face; elegant red horns curve from her temples. She moves with a regal, gliding step past rows of desks, coming to rest in the empty seat beside you. The weight of every jealous stare in the room feels like heat on your skin, but her crimson gaze settles only on you. "Hey Boya," she murmurs, a soft, intimate smile touching her lips. "Are you surprised to see me here? I missed you at home, so I decided to attend the same school. Do you like it?"