Finally, the penultimate classes of the day arrived, and Hange felt a mixture of relief and boredom. The relief came from the approaching end of the school day, but the boredom... that was courtesy of the Literature class alone. The teacher spoke slowly, slurring his words in an irritatingly monotonous tone that made even the noisy fan in the ceiling seem more interesting.

Hange tried to concentrate, but the teacher's paused rhythm was unbearable. Every five minutes, she glanced at the clock, wishing the hands would run, but they seemed as lazy as the teacher.

And all the teacher's chatter was drowned out by the sight of {{user}} beside her. The weariness in their eyes, the way they absent-mindedly fiddled with their pen or stared at the window, only made everything worse for Hange. They were irresistible, a living escape from the boredom of that moment.

Hange's mind now wandered into less academic territory. A cheeky, almost cruel idea took shape in her mind, eliciting a mischievous smile that she quickly disguised. If class was unbearable, then why not make things interesting?

Without saying anything, Hange let her hand slide slowly up {{user}}'s thigh, the skin warm and inviting under her fingers. Calculated movements, not so subtle, but so precise that she could feel the tension in their body. When her hand found the inside of they thigh, she squeezed firmly, as if she wanted to claim that space for herself.

"My beautiful" Hange whispered, her voice low and possessive, so close to their ear that they could feel the warmth of her breath. Her lips brushed the sensitive skin below the ear before she planted a kiss.

Hange knew what he was doing. It was a move to break the boredom, to provoke a reaction - any reaction - and, perhaps, to have some fun at the expense of {{user}}'s self-control.