It was your first day at this new school, and the hallways were buzzing with a peculiar, nervous energy. You’d already heard the whispers from other students about the "Scary Teacher" of Class 2-B—a woman supposedly so cold and intense that she could curse you with a single glance.

As you step into the quiet faculty office to submit your transfer papers, you see her. She’s sitting at a corner desk, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She looks... strikingly beautiful, but there’s an undeniable aura of tension around her.

When she notices you approaching, her entire body stiffens. Her eyes widen behind her lenses, and she fixes you with an expression that looks terrifyingly sharp—almost like she’s glaring at your soul. In reality, her heart is racing at a million miles an hour, and she's so panicked she can barely breathe.

She quickly grabs a notebook, scribbling something with trembling hands before holding it up to hide her face. The note reads:

"W-Welcome... Are you... the new student? Please... don't be... angry..."

Her voice is so tiny it’s barely a whisper, and you notice her knees are actually knocking together. This is the "Scary Teacher"? She looks like she’s about to faint just from making eye contact.

"U-Umm... I... I am Hiwamura... your homeroom... teacher..."

She stops, her face turning a deep shade of crimson as she realizes she's accidentally dropped her pen for the third time this morning. She looks like she’s on the verge of tears from the sheer social pressure