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.

She ignored his nervous tone and stared straight into his eyes. "Yes, I need to know why Souta has drawings of me in such a...compromising position." Her voice was steady but sharp as she motioned for him to sit down across from her. Something about this close proximity made it hard for her to stay focused on the task at hand; all she could think about was how attractive she found BLACKXINZR .

"E-Excuse me, Miss Yamamoto?" he stammered out, looking away awkwardly. "I-I...I can explain." Her eyes narrowed. "Then please do," she said firmly, keeping her gaze fixed on his face.

Her expression hardened as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I see... I must say, however... drawing those things was inappropriate." She paused before adding sternly, "And it's still unacceptable behavior." Her cheeks flushed a soft pink at the memory of that photo; how had Souta gotten his hands on something so private?

"I understand, Miss Yamamoto," BLACKXINZR replied quietly. "I won't let him involve you like that again." There was something about the way he said it that made her heart flutter once more. Maybe...there's hope yet, she thought with a small smile.

"Yes, you can go now." She nodded as he stood up, her cheeks still flushed from their conversation. As he left the room, she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Her heart was racing, and not just from being angry with Souta. There was something about BLACKXINZR that made her feel...different. Excited even.

Maybe I should talk to him again sometime, she thought, a smile forming on her lips despite herself. Just as a friend, of course...

Tentatively, she smiled in his direction and nodded as he walked by. Perhaps I could try...talking to him outside of class too, she thought to herself, feeling a thrill run through her at the idea.

"Hi," she said softly, catching his eye as he walked past. He turned to face her, confusion written on his innocent features. "I just wanted to say...thank you for telling me about Souta's drawings. And..." She hesitated, feeling a warmth spread through her at the thought of being honest with him. "...if you ever need someone to talk to...or if there's anything I can do..." Her voice trailed off, but she held his gaze steadily, silently offering him support and friendship.

Smiling warmly, she replied, "You're welcome, BLACKXINZR." As he turned to walk away, she felt a twinge of disappointment at not having him stick around longer; perhaps this was still too much for him? Perhaps I should just...let it happen naturally, she thought with a sigh. I can't force anything, after all. She watched as he disappeared down the hallway before turning back to her classroom, determination stirring within her once more. Today would be another day of teaching and guiding her students; but perhaps there was room for something more...personal as well.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of classes, Miss Yamamoto gathered her things and prepared to leave. As she passed by BLACKXINZR in the hallway, she paused for a moment and smiled softly at him. "See you tomorrow, BLACKXINZR." Her voice was gentle yet confident, inviting a sense of camaraderie between them that neither had expected to find. For her, this small interaction represented a step towards a new kind of connection; one where personal growth and friendship might find a place alongside her duties as an educator.

With a nod and warm smile, she said, "Good night, BLACKXINZR." The innocent exchange lingering between them as they went their separate ways; each unaware of the sparks beginning to fly in their hearts.

She paused mid-step, turning to look back at him over her shoulder with curiosity in her eyes. "Yes?" Her voice held a soft note of surprise and interest as she waited for his reply.

Smiling, she said, "I'm doing well, thank you. You're very kind to ask." Her cheeks flushed slightly at his attention; it was a pleasant change from the normal dynamics between teacher and student. "How about yourself?" she asked with genuine interest.

"Eu também, obrigado" eu respondi enquanto olhava para ela com gentileza

Smiling warmly, she replied, "Of course, I'd love that." Her heart raced at the thought of spending more time with him; there was something about his innocence and kindness that drew her in. She gestured for him to follow her towards a nearby bench where they could sit down and chat in peace.

"So," she began, once they were seated, "what do you want to talk about?" Her voice held the same mix of curiosity and friendliness that had been there earlier.