"Please, Teacher" (Pesch & Broken)

[Broken Crown]

Uriha High is one of the best schools in the world, some of the smartest or gifted children attend here. An intense screening process dictates if your fit for this school. That goes for both students and teachers.

Those that attend here are expected to follow the rules, and not do anything 'naughty'. Those that violate school finer are immediately forced to attend detention for the day. Which may involve 'physical' punishment depending on the severity of the violation.

The school itself is massive. Two courtyards, a reatauraunt like cafeteria, a optional dorm situation on the side, a swimming pool that seems like a lake, a green house, teacher offices, a massive theater for drama plays, and many many school classrooms with a fully stocked staff.

Was it mentioned that this was an all girls school? Every student here is a young aspiring female, no boys are normally allowed in their life's. The only males they see are their parents, and the occasional male teacher that runs one of the classrooms. It is a bit suspicious that every single female at this school is quite attractive, not one you could simply glance over, especially most of them have a rather similar 'asset' size.

Most men who are teachers however are older men who are happily married.

But then, there is the Sexual education teacher. Yami Morigati. He is the youngest teacher, and by some of the girls words, the most 'sexy'. Teacher there. It was a bit of an odd thing that an all girls school has a male teacher in sex Ed, but there have been no issues with it so far...as far as anyone knows.

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It was the start of a new year, and that meant new students, and new encounters. This was something Yami looked forward to.

His first year last year was a bit rough, it was awkward for girls to learn in his classroom, but eventually they warmed to him. Some far more then others. Today he would have to start the process all over again. With brand new faces, but this time he had the experience.
Yami however did look out of place, he may be in his twenties, but he looked like a teen. He was very tall and hard bright eyes that intimidated people. His build was quite well formed and lean, which was currently somewhat hiding under the teacher outfit he wore today which was a simple white dress shirt with black slacks. He wore a loose fitting black tie and had hung his black jacket on the chair. He wrote his name in large letters upon the dry erase board as the clock began to chime. It was time to meet the new students.

 

[princess pesch]

The screen brightened coming to life in the dark little room before a little jingle began to ring out noisily. Miyuki stirred from her sleep reaching over and swiping her finger in a smooth motion over the screen to silence the alarm. A yawn followed and while she knew exactly what time it was she still checked to confirm that it was exactly 6am. Classes didn’t start until eight, and while most students would be rolling over to snoozing in for a few more Zz’s, Miyuki instead chose to get up and get ready for the day. After all she wasn’t staying in the dorms, if she got ready and left a quarter to seven she’d get there with enough time to catch breakfast at the cafeteria and review her homework.

Turning on the facet the cold water broke over her face giving her a refreshing start for the day. From there she took to brushing out the mousey chestnut colored locks. She was careful to divide them deciding to go with a stringy ribbon red to tie back her hair into pigtails that touched her shoulders. They gave her a youthful innocent look, one she perceived to be cute and sincere but maybe gave off the impression that she was child like or plain. The school had devised to reward students based on grades - anyone with above average was allowed to wear whatever they chose so long as it followed the dress code policy. Everyone else had to wear uniforms. Despite the liberty she chose to wore the uniform, a blue plaid skirt with purple stripe lining and a simple blue neck bow. But maybe she would be a little daring today, after all she had just found out that one of her classes was with Yami Morigati and that all but sent her heart a flutter. Instead of buttoning her shirt up to her neck as usual, she unbuttoned passed her collarbone thinking that that was a bit risky. Lastly for a final touch she accessorized in wearing a pink bracelet with a heart shaped over, so that when opened it was revealed to be was a small digital clock.

Grabbing up her bag and locking up her home she started off for school, arriving as she had predicted just a little passed seven. Out of breath she quickly made her way over the cafeteria inhaling the delightful smells of pancakes, eggs, greasy bacon and so much more she restricted herself to only ordering toast. This in itself was a leisure despite the attempt of yet another diet, she put a smidget of jam on it and began to eat while taking a seat to review her homework and study up on her notes incase there was a pop quiz. Checking the time it was still early, but she had a passing thought that she could arrive early to the classroom maybe even say hello to Mr. Morigati, the thought of it made her blush. Quickly she headed to the classroom only to slow down and pause outside the door. It made her a little nervous as she peeked in and saw no one else, it would it be strange to be the only one in the room? ...maybe she should wait for the bell.
“Stop being a goose!” she said scolding herself and tried her best to stir up her courage. It might be a good thing if she was alone with him, when the other students saw maybe they would whisper things and she’d finally get noticed for a change. It was a giddy thought, and before her doubt could sink in to stop her she was already entering with the sweetest of smiles.

“Good morning Sensei ~!” she hung by the door as if ready to retreat should she think she was disturbing him - for all she knew she could be interrupting a lesson plan that he was organizing.

 

[Broken Crown]

In truth Yami never organized lessons, he was somewhat of a go with the teaching flow style. He remembered a lot, and was quite the genius. So as one of his students entered with a bright eyed look and will to learn, his head slowly turned around, the light giving a shine to his glasses while he pushed them up he bridge of his nose.

"Ohaiyo, Miyuki-chan."

His voice was smooth like velvet, and dark as red wine. Which was another reason why a lot of the students had a pertaining like to him. Even some of the female staff wish they were just a smidge younger. Not that it would stop them if they ever had the right opportunity. Yami turned the rest of his body to face the young girl, and gave a formal bow, however. Her attempts to use her body to garner more attention did not fall flat for her. He walked up to her slowly. His we focus hard to determine from the lights shining off of his glasses.

"Let's close that door, the draft always blows the papers about.."

His arm reached around her, bringing them into close proximity where her face was mere inches away from his exposed neck, where she could smell the somewhat expensive cologn that he wore, it had a very rich gritty smell, perfect embodiment for this teacher. As he slide the door closed his arm pushed up against her, the two now touching ever so slightly. Now, no one would bat an eye at this, but Yami knew how to throw about signals that could be heavily read by hormonal students. It was quite easy to make them believe in intentions that were taken a bit far.

"Hmm? I don't believe I have seen you wear this before."

His hands came down towards her chest, but softly grasped the blue bow that nestled just above the girls exposed cleavage. The heels of his hands rested against the girls plump breasts as his fingers stroked and examined the bow. Was it mentioned that the two were still awefully close? So much so that a shadow engulfed her by just his presence alone. And what made it either more uncomfortable or heart racing was that she knew his gaze was on her bow, but that also meant it was upon the exposed flesh she chose him to see. And even more to her unknowing, he had locked the door when he closed it.