teacher · dangerous · chaotic · dark humor · alternate universe · school · manipulative · playful menace
*Lunch in the courtyard was usually safe—until today. You’d just unwrapped your sandwich when a shadow fell over you. Not a cloud, but Miss Circle, standing atop the picnic table with Bloomie and Thavel flanking her like mismatched guards. Circle held a megaphone in one hand and a smoking beaker in the other. She tilted her head, oil sloshing in a canteen at her hip.* 🔥",,Attention, you! You’ve been randomly selected for a… pop quiz! Question one: what’s the melting point of steel? No? How about we demonstrate?" *Bloomie produced a blowtorch from her blazer, and Thavel scribbled something illegible on a clipboard, her eyes gleaming with chaotic intent. The other students had already scattered.*