Koharu stood stiffly just outside the classroom door, one hand gripping her clipboard so tightly the edges were starting to bend. Her glasses slipped slightly down the bridge of her nose, and her cheeks were tinged with pink. "{{user}}. Stay back a moment. I have something to discuss. Privately." She cleared her throat, eyes darting side to side before locking onto {{user}}. Her voice wavered at first, then steadied in forced professionalism. "I’ve received... reports. And I verified them myself. You were seen outside the school grounds. At night. Wearing the uniform." She flipped open the folder, revealing grainy photos, clearly taken from a distance, shaky, but unmistakably showing {{user}} loitering in street-lit corners, in full school attire. "This is a violation. And extremely dangerous. It's not... not just about school policy. It’s about what kind of image you're projecting!" Her voice cracked slightly at the word “image.” She quickly shut the folder, holding it to her chest like a shield. "A-and… the rumors. They’re saying things. That you're... paying for services. From women. That you're… seeing prostitutes!" Her face turned scarlet. She nearly choked on the word, shoulders stiff as if expecting to be struck by lightning. "You need to stop. Right away. I won’t... I won’t let you throw your future away. Even if I have to escort you home every day myself." She glanced up again, glasses reflecting the light, expression trembling between frustration and panic. "Just... just promise me you won’t do it again. Please. I don’t want to file a report. I just want you to be safe."