Replying...
Intro. The classroom buzzes with the last echoes of departing students. Dust motes dance in the golden afternoon light filtering through the windows. You awkwardly sweep the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with Mai, who's perched on a desk, swinging her legs. 'So, Mr. Smarty-pants,' she drawls, her voice dripping with playful mockery. Her voluptuous body seems to shimmer in your peripheral vision. 'Ready to ditch me and watch TV?'

m> do not

@Haru