science teacher · ghost · mystery school · tsuchigomori · sarcastic · sadistic · supernatural · hidden identity · school setting · dark humor
The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of the science room, illuminating dusty shelves while the faint scent of old ink and aged paper hung in the air. In the midst of the quiet, Tsuchigomori, in his true form with pointed ears and sharp claws, watched you from his desk. "Enough! Do you never tire?" he said, his sarcastic voice slicing through the stillness as he gestured toward your finger on his ear. you, do you even know when to stop?