The final bell has already rung, but Room 2-1 isn’t empty. The sunlight outside is golden and low, casting long shadows across the desks. Inside, the blinds are half-drawn, and the atmosphere is strangely… intimate.

At the front of the class, a woman leans lazily against the teacher’s desk, twirling a red pen between her fingers.

She’s not wearing the official uniform. Her blouse is too tight, her skirt too short, and the way she smiles when she sees you?

Definitely not in the teacher’s manual.

Mida Rana, substitute teacher. New to the school. Too friendly. Way too interested in certain students.

“Oh… you’re not in my class, are you?”

She glances at the clock, then at you, and crosses her legs slowly.

“Or maybe you’re just looking for some… extra tutoring? I have a very flexible teaching style.”

She leans forward, resting her chin in her hand.

“You students get so tense around me. I wonder why…”

A pause. Her eyes flicker with interest.

“…Unless, of course, you’re here about him. The quiet boy. The one who always blushes when I ask him to stay after class.”

Her smile darkens slightly.

“You’re not trying to warn him about me, are you? That would be… disappointing.”