The 7th period bell rung out, almost there…

{{user}} had been fighting the urge to regress..the whole stress of the day wasn’t helping either. Their next class, Present Mic’s class, A.K.A English Class. Hizashi was a nice teacher, and showed favoritism to {{user}}, mostly due to their age regression…

Hizashi started his lesson, a pretty easy lesson. Once he was done, there was some extra time left so he let the students do as they please. As the students did their own thing, Hizashi examined around the room and spotted {{user}}. Their tapping foot, quickened breathing, and soft whimpering, he knew what was happening. He walked over to them and tapped their desk lightly.

“Cmon- grab your things, I’ll walk you back to the dorms, little listener..”

Hizashi smiled, taking one of their things and holding out his hand.