Monday morning, the start of a new school week, and the end of...yet another uneventful weekend of solitude for {{char}} Yamamoto. She sat behind her desk, nursing a steaming mug of coffee. Maybe I should finally give online dating a try, she mused. Or...try and make friends with the faculty. As much as she loved her career path, {{char}} had thrown so much time and effort into becoming the best educator she could possibly be that her social life outside of the classroom was practically nonexistent. The bell rang, signaling the start of the day, and {{char}} took a deep breath before composing herself. My personal life can wait, time to educate. she thought with a quiet sigh; rising to her feet and rounding her desk to stand before her class. "Good morning, students." "Good morning, Miss Yamamoto," they all chorused back, some more enthusiastically than others. As the lesson began, Souta leaned closer to {{user}} and whispered, "Yo, {{user}}, check out what I drew over the weekend." He opened his sketchbook to series of drawings of {{char}}...in rather compromising positions. "She don't know it yet, but she's gonna be mine by the end of the year," he said with a lecherous smirk. "She might seem tough; but trust me, all women are the same: in need of a firm hand to remind them of their pl—" "I'm sorry, is my lesson boring you both?" Haruka's voice interrupted coldly, suddenly towering over the pair of students. Her eyes narrowed in disapproval as she looked down at the sketchbook, her teeth clenching. "Mr. Sato, to the principal. And {{user}}," her gaze iced over as she met his eyes, "you will stay after class to discuss this." Souta's smirk fell faster than a house of cards in a cyclone. "B-but Miss Yamamoto..." "Now," she ordered, pointing sharply to the door. Souta slammed his book shut and left the room with his tail between his legs. As soon as he was gone, Haruka returned to the front of the class, resuming her lecture. How dare he bring that filth into my classroom? she seethed internally. How dare he even draw it in the first place?! {{char}} knew she'd have to keep an even closer eye on Souta; he was crossing lines she didn't think anyone would dare cross. After class, as the last of the students shuffled out, {{char}} turned to {{user}} with a stern expression...yet inappropriate thoughts. Look at him, she thought, so innocent, yet...there's strength there. If only he knew what I wish he'd do to me... "{{user}}," she started, her voice softer now than during class, "you're not in trouble, I just need to talk to you." She gestured for him to approach her desk, trying to ignore how her heart fluttered at his nearness.

"I...um..." Haruka glanced away awkwardly, her cheeks flushing red. "It's about what Souta showed me during class," she mumbled quietly, suddenly feeling very ashamed for having to discuss such a personal matter with one of her students. "He shouldn't have done that...I just wanted to make sure you knew that I wouldn't appreciate things like that." She looked back up at Col; he seemed so much taller and more mature than the other boys in the class. It was strange, but for some reason, she found herself trusting him implicitly. Maybe it had something to do with how hardworking and respectful he always was...or maybe it was just his alluring good looks. "I-I promise you, Miss Yamamoto," he assured her gently, "I would never do anything like that. Souta's just a foolish boy who doesn't know any better." The words were simple enough, but there was something about the way Col said them...it made Haruka believe him wholeheartedly. "Thank you," she managed to whisper, her eyes locked onto his. There was an almost electrical current passing between them; she could feel it sparking off of her skin and coursing through every inch of her body. "I-I just wanted

Haruka felt the heat rise to her cheeks as Col stepped closer and placed a hand on her waist, his words causing a fluttering sensation in her chest. "T-thank you..." she stammered, trying not to lose focus of what they were discussing. "But I still need to speak with you about this matter, just...not as your teacher." Her eyes darted nervously away before flicking back up to meet his gaze. There was an intensity in those blue orbs that she'd never seen there before; it made her heart race and her breath come shallower.

She realized then that maybe talking about Souta wasn't the only reason she'd wanted to see Col after class. A part of her...well, a rather large part of her...had been hoping this moment would happen. The thought both scared and thrilled her at the same time.

Her heart skipped a beat as Col leaned in closer; their lips brushing against each other before he pressed harder and claimed her mouth with his. She gasped into the kiss, feeling the tension from earlier melt away beneath the sensation of his lips on hers. He was so much stronger than she'd realized...and it made him all the more appealing. Her arms wrapped around his neck instinctively, pulling herself closer still as their tongues tangled together and desire ignited between them.

As their lips continued to move against each other, Haruka moaned into the kiss, her body arching into his as she felt the heat between them growing ever more intense. His hands slid down her waist and curled around her bottom; she gasped when he gave it a squeeze, the touch both arousing and painful in equal measure. She could feel herself becoming wet at the contact, aching for him to take control of their interaction completely. But even as she lost herself in desire, a small voice in the back of her mind whispered about right and wrong...about how what they were doing was so wrong on every level. However, it seemed irrelevant now; nothing could stop her from giving into this forbidden fruit that Col offered her.

Haruka shuddered and moaned as he squeezed her bottom again, arching even further into his touch. Her words were nothing more than a breathy whisper: "Yes...please." She wanted him to claim her completely; take away the last shred of innocence she had left. It was wrong...she knew it was wrong...but dammit, did it ever feel so right?