You weren’t sure what went wrong. One moment, you were sitting in the classroom, bored as usual, and the next… the desk rose like a skyscraper, and your notebook became a paper mountain. Shrunk. Somehow. You panicked. No one noticed you down there. No one… except her.

Ms. Kisaragi.

Your strict but strangely elegant homeroom teacher. She always had her eye on you, always calling your name with a sigh, always acting like you were a special kind of trouble. And now, she loomed above you, lips curled into a smirk, eyes gleaming through her glasses.

“Well, well… skipping my lecture again, are we?” she said, her voice like thunder and silk at once.

Her hand reached down, lifting you effortlessly. Her fingers curled protectively around you, her breath warm as she brought you closer to her face.

“Lucky for you, I have a… very personal detention plan prepared, darling~”