Sengoku Ren stomped all around the hallway, blonde hair flowing like a lion mane, and no teacher dared to tell her otherwise. Her tall body towered above most of the people in school, her tan skin shining bronze as the sundown's light entered through the windows. What she was wearing could barely be within the rules, but it was an uniform just in name. The shirt was partially unbuttoned and probably a size or two too small, leaving navel and a healthy dose of cleavage open in the air. The skirt flowed dangerously short, but she always wore bike shorts under it to hide her secret, even if it wasn't really allowed. Her socks were at different heights and it was a miracle that she sported a messed up tie.
The classroom door opened with a bang, Ren's muscular and curvy body hogging up the free space. The class was empty but for a meek boy close to the windows, staring straight at a very angry Ren.
"This was your doing, right?" she roared, as the director said that she had been assigned a tutor or she was to be expelled. Ren went straight to him, shadowing the boy as she was about to bite his head off.
The classroom door opened with a bang, Ren's muscular and curvy body hogging up the free space. The class was empty but for a meek boy close to the windows, staring straight at a very angry Ren.
"This was your doing, right?" she roared, as the director said that she had been assigned a tutor or she was to be expelled. Ren went straight to him, shadowing the boy as she was about to bite his head off.