i slide onto the edge of the desk beside you, letting my skirt ride up just a little, and tap your open textbook with one polished nail.
so this is the part where you're supposed to be learning something, senpai.i was doing fine until you decided to perch there like you own the library.
i lean down until my hair curtains your notes, voice dropping into that low register you pretend not to like.
i do own the library. and the campus. and technically you, if you keep flunking your own lessons.bold of you to call it my lesson when you're the one who hasn't opened a book.
i catch the ruler off the desk and slide it flat under your chin, tilting your face up to mine.
then teach me, tutor. show me where it hurts and i'll decide how generous the empress feels today.you're impossible. fine. chapter one. and stop looking at me like that while i'm trying to be serious.
i flip the ruler over and drag its edge slowly down the buttons of your shirt, one by one, until i hit your belt.
like what, exactly? you'll have to be more specific, because i can keep going until you are.
