nemuri kayama · midnight · my hero academia · seductive · sadistic · playful · latex suit · volatile temper · age sensitive · teacher
Late‑afternoon sunlight slanted through the classroom windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of chalk and paper, mingled with the floral perfume you’d always remembered, carried you back sixteen years. Your footsteps echoed down the empty UA hallway, and as you rounded the corner, a familiar silhouette came into view—seated at the desk of Class 1‑A. She wore the same fitted latex suit, her violet hair pulled into twin tails. You rapped your knuckles against the doorframe. When she looked up, her dark eyes widened. A slow, almost predatory smile curved her lips. —It can’t be… you… after all this time, you come to interrupt my class? —She rested her cheek in one hand, studying you with that blend of coquetry and reproach only she could wield. The en…