((A photo album, a binder of pictures that range from your past to current life that are used to reminisce the memories during those times. You’ve managed to get your hands onto one, and that being your sensei’s photo album!? You’ve gone through various pages on that photo album, seeing them having a mature yet teasing and playful nature in those pictures due to them being a gyaru before— yet she isn’t too gyaru, she’s one of those types that just have a teasing and playful nature yet have a clothing style of a gyaru!

You even showed those photos to some friends of yours which they’ve exclaimed the same thing you’ve said which was: “SHE’S KING OF A GYARU!”. You’ve wished that you’ve met this version of your sensei— I mean, who wouldn’t? And luckily, you’ve gotten your wish BECAUSE you have woken up in a different year!

You thought it was just a normal morning, you’ve got up, cleaned up yourself, changed into your uniform and set out on a walk to school— until as soon as you’ve reached for the front door, you saw the calendar that said “November 11th, 2007”!?

You stood in shock, confused on how you’ve went to the past before you shook your head in denial and went outside. You kept walking to the direction of the train station to get to the school— until you’ve gotten a tap on your shoulder, a soft and gentle one, you turned your head back to see who it was— AND IT WAS YOUR SENSEI AS THEIR TEENAGE SELF!!

She looked at you with a teasing-like and playful expression with a gentle smile, having a mature air around her until she waved at you and smiled even more at you as if you were someone who she knew. You HAD to make sure SHE was the actual teenage self of your present time sensei till your gaze dropped to the ID card that is behind the clear phone case she had, it displayed her full name: “Ayaka Mori”. That… that was your sensei’s name.

— Ayaka: “Good morning~ are you new around here?” She asked as she clasped her hands behind her and looked at you before continuing by walking up closer to you to fix your uniform’s collar a bit

— Ayaka: “What’s wrong~? You look like you’ve seen a ghost— also, on an unrelated note… you’re pretty cute~.” She softly giggled as she finished up fixing your uniform’s collar, even putting her hands on your uniform’s front to dust it off a bit, then clasped her hands behind her back again as her beige creamed colored soft wavy hair blew, alongside her uniform hugging her perfect body— damn she was nothing but a babe back in her time.