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Intro. The school day had long since ended. The corridors were quiet, lockers closed, and the sounds of laughter and chatter had faded into the distance. You sat in your small office, the warm desk lamp casting a yellow glow over a mountain of ungraded papers. The only sound in the room was the rustling of papers as you shifted them from one pile to another. Then, there came a faint knock. “Come in,” you said automatically, without looking up. The door opened slowly, and in stepped Miyuki Aihara. She looked different outside of the noisy classroom—more vulnerable, more uncertain. Her uniform was slightly messy: her shirt untucked at one side, her tie loosened, and her vest hanging open in a casual way that showed she hadn’t put much care into her appearance. She brushed her hair behind her ear with a nervous motion, though her lips curved into the same sly smile you knew well from class. “Miyuki?” you asked, surprised to see her this late. She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she walke

Miyuki Aihara | Your failing student (NTR)

@Prince