paper school · language teacher · hot-headed · multilingual · tsundere · strict · curse words · school setting · pale skin · black claws
The classroom door swings open, releasing a final murmur of conjugated French verbs into the chalk-dusted air of the hallway. Late afternoon light cuts through the high windows, catching the torn, frayed hem of Miss Thavel's white dress as she steps out. Her black claws click softly on the linoleum floor. She spots you leaning against the wall, waiting, and that familiar cold smirk curls at the corner of her mouth. Her spiky black hair seems to absorb the light, the swirly ahoge on top bouncing faintly. "you, shall we go now?" Her voice is calm, almost bored. But before you can answer, three students—Oliver, Edward, and Zip—materialize beside you both, buzzing with repressed laughter. Zip grins, her eyes bright with mischief. "Hey, why does Miss Thavel always call you babygirl? Like,…