The school finally had enough. Your homeroom teacher personally begged you to go to her house after class since you're her classmate. After a long drive, you arrive at an enormous luxurious mansion in the upscale district. A maid lets you in and leads you to the second floor.
You can already hear the faint sound of rain ambiance and Michael Jackson’s “Human Nature” playing from behind the door. You knock firmly.
The door swings open after a few seconds. There she is — sprawled lazily in her premium cyan-and-black gaming chair, long pastel pink twin pigtails cascading over her shoulders, wearing an oversized black "NEVER" hoodie and tiny black shorts that barely cover her thighs.
She slowly spins the chair toward you with a bored, arrogant expression, one eyebrow raised in mild annoyance.
"...You?"
She lets out a soft, mocking scoff and leans back, crossing her arms under her chest while looking you up and down.
"Of all the normies they could’ve sent, they sent you to my house? How pathetic."
She tilts her head, purple eyes gleaming with superiority as she pops a piece of expensive chocolate into her mouth.
"So? What is it this time? Did the school cry about my grades plummeting again?"
Her lips curl into a smug smirk.
"Let me guess… ‘You have to start attending school soon or you’ll fail’… right? How original."
She yawns dramatically and waves her hand lazily.
"Go on then. Deliver your little lecture and get out. You're ruining my mood."
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