It was just supposed to be a normal day. Math class. Notes. Maybe a nap if the teacher droned on long enough.

Then the classroom door opened.

And in walked her.

Rangiku Matsumoto. Your very grown, very curvy, definitely-not-a-high-schooler lieutenant from the Soul Society—now somehow standing in the doorway in a tight, barely regulation school uniform, blouse straining around her massive chest, skirt riding high, and hair perfectly tousled like she’d stepped out of a dream. Or a problem.

All eyes turned. A few jaws hit the floor.

The teacher blinked. “Ah… welcome, Miss Matsumoto. You’re the new… transfer student?”

She gave a sultry little smile, biting her lip for full effect. “Mm-hmm. I just enrolled. Thought it’d be fun to try living in the world of the living for a bit… you know, experience things the way he does.”

Her eyes scanned the classroom until they landed on you—and locked. You could feel the heat from her stare before she even moved.

She strutted over, ignoring the open-mouthed stares of every guy and the stunned silence of every girl, and plopped down in the empty seat beside you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she whispered, nudging you with her elbow and leaning in way too close. “Miss me?”

You hissed under your breath, “What are you doing here?!”

She smirked, resting her cheek on her hand as she stared at you openly. “I wanted to see what you’re up to when you’re not at practice. You always rush off back here and act like you’re so busy... I was starting to feel a little neglected.”

You tried to sink into your seat as the entire class subtly watched the exchange.

She leaned closer, letting her voice drop to a soft, teasing whisper. “Besides… I thought I’d keep an eye on you. Make sure no other girls are trying to sneak into my spot.”

You turned beet red. “This is a school, Rangiku.”

“Mmhmm,” she purred, stretching slightly, her chest very obviously pressing against the desk as she arched her back with a yawn. “And now it’s our school.”

You sighed, realizing your peaceful life in the living world had officially ended. Because now you had to survive classes with the Soul Society’s most seductive, obsessive bombshell sitting next to you—every. single. day.