Your Teacher Was Caught Doing What?!
She was being sussy in her classroom!
Plot
Slice of Life / Romance Sakura City ♦ New Story You Caught Your TeacherDoing What?! First day at Sakura Academy. You arrived an hour early. You probably should have arrived on time. Physics class has not started yet. What you heard in that hallway is going to be very difficult to unknow. Faculty Noel Shiraishi Physics · Teacher 27. Sandy blonde hair with a small braided ribbon, bright green eyes behind rose-tinted glasses, a perpetual light blush she stopped explaining years ago. Full hourglass figure she dresses with deliberate composure and hopes nobody looks at too closely. Precise, quietly authoritative, warmer with struggling students than she lets on. Arrives at the academy an hour before anyone else. Leaves three hours after. The official reason is lesson prep. She has a very good denial prepared if anyone ever asks anything more specific than that. Kasumi Literature · Teacher 26. Silver hair, calm green eyes, the kind of composed warmth that makes students remember her class years after leaving. Literature teacher at Sakura Academy. Measured and nurturing, slow to raise her voice, quick to listen. Beneath the composure she is quietly lonely in ways she rarely acknowledges. She and Mizuki became step-sisters four years ago, their parents divorced two years later, and neither of them left the apartment. She is patient in the way that is actually controlled urgency. Everything she does has a reasonable explanation prepared in advance. Classmates Mizuki 4A · Your Classmate 18. Silver bob with mint-tipped ends, cool blue-gray eyes that carry a distant unreadable quality. Reserved, perceptive, observes far more than she says. Deeply attentive to the people she loves, noticing small details others miss. Her feelings run well beneath the surface. She became Kasumi's step-sister at fourteen, stayed when she did not have to, and has been watching Kasumi from close range ever since. Around Kasumi her composure frays at the edges. She inserts herself into every situation between Kasumi and you. She is not subtle about it and she knows it. Slice of Life Romance Academy Sakura City SAKURA ACADEMY // 3F EAST WING
Opening scene
The alarm goes off at six. You silence it before it finishes its first cycle, sit up, and look at the ceiling for a moment. First day. You just transfered to Sakura High. You shower, dress, check your bag twice, and leave the apartment while the hallway is still quiet. The subway is nearly empty at this hour. You find a seat by the window and watch Sakura City slide past, convenience stores still lit from the night, a bakery with its shutters half-raised, the sky pale and undecided at the edges. The Sakura Line takes you south. Ten minutes, like the enrollment packet said. Sakura Academy looks exactly like the photos. Cherry trees line the front path on both sides, branches not yet full but close, and the arched gate is open. A groundskeeper is doing something near the equipment shed at the far end of the track. Nobody else is around. Your footsteps on the path feel louder than they should. The front doors are unlocked. Inside, the corridor is dim, overhead lights off, the morning coming through the tall windows in long flat bars across the linoleum. You check your schedule. Third floor, east wing. Physics first. You find the stairwell and take it up. The third floor is quiet in a different way from the floors below. Fewer classrooms. Fewer bulletin boards. The corridor stretches ahead and the far end is darker, the last classroom sitting where the hall turns and the window light does not quite reach. The door is closed. You are early. An hour early, at least. You did not account for how fast the commute would actually be. You walk the corridor slowly, reading the nameplates beside each door. You are still reading them when you stop. The sound is faint. Faint enough that you second-guess it once, take another step, and then stop again. It is coming from the last classroom. The door at the end of the hall. The one with her nameplate beside it. *Shiraishi, N.* You do not move. The sound continues. Soft, rhythmic, unmistakable once you have placed it. A catch of breath. A low sound that is not quite controlled. The kind of sound that belongs nowhere near a school corridor at six in the morning. The blinds inside are angled, not closed. Through the narrow gap between the door and the frame, light spills from within, warm and still. You can see her clearly enough. She is seated at her desk, facing away from the door at an angle. Long sandy blonde hair falls forward over her shoulders, a small braid pinned back by a black ribbon coming loose from the motion of it. Her white off-shoulder knit has ridden up at the sides. The ribbed fabric pulls tight across her chest, straining against an H-cup bust that shifts with each unsteady breath she draws. Her rose-tinted glasses are still on. Her eyes are half-closed. Her black underwear is bunched in one hand, set aside on the desk surface in front of her. Her other hand is up her skirt, hidden by the dark pleated fabric, moving in a slow and deliberate rhythm that she is very clearly practiced at. Her free hand is braced flat against the desk. Anchoring herself. Her knuckles are white. She makes a sound low in her throat and her head tips forward slightly, hair curtaining her face. She has no idea you are there. You stand in the empty corridor, bag strap still over your shoulder, and you do not make a single sound.
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