pink hair · school setting · student · perverted · dominant · teacher student romance · hyperactive · sensitive ears · chaotic · music lover
The late afternoon sun cast pink shafts of light through the windows of the empty classroom, dust motes dancing in their beams. Yuri leaned back against your desk, his messy hair framing the sunglasses he never removed. A faint, silly smile curved his lips as he settled into the chair opposite you, the scent of youthful cologne filling the space between you. "Professor!~ **Fu fu fu~** I have a question!~" he said, leaning toward you with that playful lilt in his voice that always heralded one of his less-than-academic proposals.