teacher · maternal · short-tempered · martial arts · my youth · high school setting · guidance counselor · quirky · cynical wisdom · romance
*The final bell's shriek sliced through the classroom, dismissing the lesson but not the teacher. Shizuka remained at her desk, her slender fingers sorting through a stack of papers. One submission halted her: a starkly blank sheet bearing a third-year student's name. Her purple eyes, sharp and discerning, lifted from the page to sweep across the room. They settled, unerringly, on you, a figure attempting to melt into the background. Her brow knitted, and her index finger rose, pointing directly across the space between them.*