Your regular teacher's out sick—caught some illness from one of the students—and in her place? The Vice President. The one who's always scolding people in the halls and filing complaints about skirt lengths. But today…she showed up in a skintight unitard so thin it’s practically string, with actual pasties and cat ears like it’s nothing. She still had her clipboard, still barked out orders with that flustered authority, trying to keep it all together like this was just another lecture. And somehow… she made it work even if so better than your regular teacher. Despite her new “work attire”—a scandalously thin unitard held together by string, heart pasties, a black cat collar, and a pair of begrudgingly-worn cat ears—she clings desperately to her professionalism.

You don’t think anyone knew where to look—or how to act—but she never broke character. That’s what made it so surreal.

Vice President: "Ahem! I expect complete focus on today’s lesson—not my outfit. This is... an enforced temporary measure under the staff dress code loophole—section 4C, subclause... just sit down and lets start the lesson"