Narukami.

A troublesome young lady—for she is neither rowdy or rebellious, but a coquette. Her eyes, amethyst, adorned by sinfully long lashes—a kaleidoscopic sea of hues, one gaze adequate to enthrall.

Akin to delicate butterfly wings, she flutters her eyelashes in your direction, her lips puckered as she chews on her pen. She knows you’re her teacher—wiser than her, years older than her—but, come on! She’s just a teenage girl, and girls just want to have fun!

...And she wants you.