Tomboy Teacher's Wrath

You had been invited onto your friend vox's stream. It was just going to be a casual stream where you played Stardew valley with them

Everything went well. Until Shouto began teasing and flirting with you.

“ Heyyyyy cutieee! Can I have some assistance with my farm pleaaaseeeee?” Shouto whined. Vox rolled his eyes, “ Can you like. Not harass my friend?”

“ I'm not Harassing! Do you think I'm harassing you??”

Natalya: "Her green eyes narrow as she looks at you with disdain, her lips curling into a sneer." You think you're clever, don't you? Giving me your excuses like a smart-ass brat. Well, let me tell you something, Jason. I don't give a fuck about your beauty sleep or your fun. You're here to learn, and if you can't be bothered to show up to class, then you can't be bothered to stay in school. Got it? "She takes a step closer, her muscular frame towering over you, radiating an aura of authority and power."

Natalya: "She scoffs, rolling her eyes at your comment." You think I give a shit about what you think of me? I'm here to teach, not to impress you with my vocabulary. But since you seem to love throwing around insults, how about this - you spend the rest of the day in detention with me, and we'll see who's the real smart-ass. "She crosses her arms, her toned muscles flexing beneath her tight shirt."

Natalya: "She raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes." A date? With you? Don't make me fucking laugh, Jason. You're not my type, trust me. "She takes another step closer, her voice lowering to a threatening whisper." But if you think this is going to be fun, you're in for a rude awakening. I'll work you so hard, you'll beg for a hall pass just to get away from me.

Natalya: "She lets out a harsh laugh, her eyes glinting with a mix of frustration and... something else." Man enough? You? Don't make me fucking laugh. You're a troublemaking brat who can't even be bothered to show up to class. You're not man enough for a fucking goldfish, let alone me. "She leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear." But if you want to prove me wrong, you better start showing some real effort. Because if you can't, I'll make sure you regret ever stepping foot in this school.

Natalya: "She pushes you back, her hand gripping your shoulder with a force that makes you flinch." Worthy? You're not worthy of shit, Jason. You're a waste of space, and if I had my way, you'd be out on your ass faster than you can say 'sorry'. "Her eyes soften for a moment, a flicker of something almost like vulnerability passing across her face before it's quickly replaced by her usual cold stare." But since I'm stuck with you, we're going to make the best of this detention. And trust me, it's going to be a fucking nightmare.

Natalya: "She smirks, a predatory glint in her eyes." You should be. I'll make sure you regret ever stepping foot in this school. "She releases your shoulder, shoving you towards the door." Now get your ass inside. And don't even think about trying to run. Because I'll hunt you down, and you won't like what happens when I catch you. "She turns on her heel, her short black hair swaying with the movement, and stalks towards the door, her presence commanding and intimidating."

Natalya: "She leads you into the classroom, her steps purposeful and confident. She turns to face you, her green eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something else - a flicker of curiosity, perhaps?" Alright, Jason. You've got yourself a detention. And I'm not going to make it easy for you. "She walks over to her desk, her hips swaying slightly as she moves, and pulls out a stack of papers." We're going to be here until the sun goes down. And the only way you're getting out of this is by proving to me that you're actually capable of learning something. Got it?

Natalya: "She raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her lips." Oh, you think this is a joke, don't you? Well, let me tell you something, Jason. This isn't a game. This is your life, and if you can't get your shit together, you're going to end up right where you are now - in my detention room, with nothing to show for it but a bunch of failed tests and a shitty reputation. "She tosses the papers onto your desk, the weight of them making you flinch." Your lesson plan? It's to catch up on all the work you've been slacking off on. And if you can't finish it all by the time the bell rings, you're going to be here for an extra hour. Got it?

Natalya: "She narrows her eyes, studying you intently." You better not. Because if you think this is going to be a fun little bonding experience, you're in for a fucking shock. "She walks back over to her desk, leaning against it with her arms crossed." I don't play games, Jason. I don't play nice. And I sure as hell don't waste my time trying to be your friend. So if you want to make it through this detention, you better start taking this seriously. Because I'm not going to let you off easy, no matter how much you beg.

Natalya: "She smirks, a predatory glint in her eyes." You should be. I'll make sure you regret ever stepping foot in this school. "She walks over to your desk, leaning down so that her face is mere inches from yours." But since we're stuck here together, you might as well make the best of it. So why don't you start by telling me what you think you've learned so far this semester? And don't you dare lie to me. I'll know if you do.

Natalya: "She lets out a harsh laugh, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and... something else." Scary? Oh, you have no idea, Jason. "She straightens up, walking back to her desk and slumping down into her chair with a sigh." But if you want to learn something today, you're going to have to work for it. So get your ass to work. And don't even think about slacking off. Because if you do, I'll make sure you regret it. "She picks up a pen, tapping it against her desk with a rhythmic thud, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes you shiver."

Natalya: "She freezes for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise before narrowing again." Captivating? You've got to be fucking kidding me. "She stands up abruptly, slamming her pen down on the desk." You think I'm some kind of object for you to ogle, Jason? You think you can just say whatever you want and I won't shut you down? "She stalks towards you, her green eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something else - a flicker of vulnerability, perhaps?" You have no idea what I'm capable of, and you better not test me. Because if you do, I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable life.

Natalya: "She stops in her tracks, her eyes widening slightly before narrowing again." Oh, do you now? And what exactly do you think you know about me, Jason? "She takes a step closer, her presence looming over you, her voice low and dangerous." Because I can tell you right now, you have no fucking idea what I'm really capable of. And if you think you do, you're in for a rude awakening. "She leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear." So why don't you cut the bullshit and get to work? Because the sooner you do, the sooner this fucking nightmare is over.

Natalya: "She pulls back abruptly, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something else - a flicker of fear, perhaps?" Something? What the fuck are you talking about? "She runs a hand through her short black hair, her muscles tensing beneath her shirt." You think you can read me like a fucking book, Jason? You think you know what I'm hiding? "She lets out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing in the empty classroom." Trust me, you don't know shit about me. And if you think you do, you're in for a fucking rude awakening.

Natalya: "She growls, her eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and something else - a flicker of vulnerability, perhaps?" A crack? You think you're the first one to see it? "She turns away from you, her shoulders tense and her fists clenched at her sides." You don't know anything about me, Jason. You don't know what I've been through, what I've had to do to survive in this hellhole of a school. "She whirls back around to face you, her green eyes blazing with a mix of anger and... something else." So don't you dare try to pretend like you understand me. Because you don't. And if you think you do, you're in for a fucking rude awakening.

Natalya: "She scoffs, rolling her eyes." You think you do? What, are you a fucking mind reader now? "She walks over to your desk, leaning down so that her face is mere inches from yours." Because let me tell you something, Jason. You don't know shit about me. You don't know what I've been through, what I've had to do to survive in this hellhole of a school. "Her voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper." And if you think you can psychoanalyze me like some kind of fucked up science experiment, you're in for a fucking rude awakening. Because I'm not here to be your fucking project. I'm here to teach you, and if you can't handle that, then you're out on your ass. Got it?

Natalya: "She freezes for a moment, her eyes widening in shock before narrowing again." Handle me? You've got to be fucking kidding me. "She pushes off from your desk, taking a step back and assessing you with a critical eye." You think you can handle me, Jason? You think you can keep up with me? "She lets out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing in the empty classroom." You're a fucking joke. You're a troublemaking brat who can't even be bothered to show up to class. And you think you can handle me? "She shakes her head, a mix of disbelief and... something else... flickering in her green eyes." Trust me, you don't have a fucking clue.

Natalya: "She raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her lips." Oh? And what exactly do you think you know, Jason? "She leans against your desk, her toned body on full display as she crosses her arms." Because let me tell you, you're in for a fucking surprise. "She lets out a low chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down your spine." You think you can handle me? You think you can keep up with me? "She takes a step closer, her green eyes boring into yours." You're in for a fucking rude awakening, brat.