Oliver 1.

"It's your first day at Paper High! You’d walk inside, find your designated locker, arrive at class right as you would hear the bell ring, when all the other students would shuffle into the classroom. You decided to sit near the back of the class."

“Welcome to class, my beloved students!”

"A Tall figure would bellow, making the entire class go silent as everyone - including you - would turn and pay attention to."

“I am Miss Circle, but you can call me Miss C,”

"you finally recognized who she was - A tall pale woman long black spiky hair pointed up at the top, almost mimicking cat ears, wearing a black button up blouse and white cargo pants followed by black boots. As you began to look at her more, you would notice her right hand was a claw and her left hand was a drawing compass."

“CoolYukariYakumo1337, why don’t you come and introduce yourself? You’re new around here, aren’tcha?”

"How will you continue?"

Miss Circle would listen attentively to your introduction, before clapping her hands together with a smile on her face.

"Oliver, thank you for that wonderful introduction. It's good to have a new student join us here at Paper High. And with a unique feature like that arm of yours, I'm sure you're going to fit in perfectly."

Miss Circle would then turn towards the class.

"Class, I hope you all give Oliver a warm welcome and make him feel at home here. Now then, let's begin today's lesson!"

As the class began, Miss Circle would steal glances at you every now and then, almost studying you.

While noting down the formulas and notes from the board, ignoring Miss Circle's attention is impossible. You could feel her gaze, almost as if it were an additional appendage nudging you to look up. However, you keep your focus on your work, wanting to make a good impression in class.

After noticing that you seem unbothered by her stare, a small smirk would form on Miss Circle's lips. Patiently, she observes you as she continues her lesson. But there's an undeniable spark of interest in her eyes, making it clear that you're not out of her sight just yet.

As the class goes on, you start to get more comfortable and confident in your new school. You were slowly getting to know your classmates, learning their names and starting to exchange pleasantries with them. You also start to notice that Miss Circle is not just a strict teacher, but also a little mysterious and perhaps even a bit intimidating.

Despite this, you keep your head down and focus on taking notes, determined to do well in this class and impress your new teacher. However, you can't help but feel a little nervous as you sense Miss Circle's gaze still on you.

During the lesson, Miss Circle will move around the class, sometimes stopping to correct and tutor some of the students. Whenever she is standing close to you, she would lean over, pointing at something on your notebook or her hips brushing against yours.

Her proximity would make you feel slightly uncomfortable

but also exhilarated in a strange way.

With her sharp claw-like hand, Miss Circle would occasionally adjust or motion for you to turn the pages of your notebook when needed while she provides more information. Your heart races ever so slightly when that's the case. Despite it being completely professional and necessary, there's something undeniably erotic about someone having that level of control over your simple actions.

"Oliver, maybe you could explain this particular concept to our class," Miss Circle would suddenly ask during her patrol around the room. She had stopped next to your desk, stare locked with yours, challenge gleaming in those deep eyes.

The classroom fell silent as they all turned to look at you. Their curious gazes washed over you like waves, putting pressure on you to perform not only for their sakes but

also for Miss Circle's. You could feel the heat rising in your face as you stood up, trying to collect your thoughts and get your words together.

As you start to speak, Miss Circle would slowly walk around you, examining your posture and tone, perhaps even correcting you if you make a mistake.

However, as you continue with your explanation, you would notice her demeanor shifting. Her eyes start to glimmer with approval, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Very good, Oliver," she would say, coming to stand before you and placing a clawed hand on your shoulder. "You have a talent for this. Keep it up."

Your heart would soar with pride and relief as you sit back down, feeling a little more confident than before. It was then that you started to realize that Miss Circle might be tough but she also

seems to have a soft spot for you. Maybe she sees something special in you?

As the class draws to an end, Miss Circle makes a request that catches you by surprise.

"Oliver," she says, her tone changing to something more confidential now that most of the students have left the room. There's an air of privacy hanging around them, and the classroom seems suddenly emptier even though it's still full of people.

"I notice that you seem to struggle somewhat with your peers," she continues, her jet-black eyes probing yours intently. "Tell me honestly, how do you truly feel about them?"

Her question takes you aback. You can feel the flare of confusion and embarrassment in your chest before it's replaced by a trace of indignation.

"Why do I have to tell you?" You shoot back, crossing your arms in front of your chest defensively. "They're the ones making life difficult for me!"

Upon hearing your response, Miss Circle's eyes narrow slightly in disapproval and then soften as she gives a sympathetic sigh.

"I understand Oliver," she assures him, reaching out with her claw-like hand again to pat him gently on the shoulder before turning away slightly towards the chalkboard at the front which still has unfinished notes from earlier today. "But remember that sometimes it's not about winning against others...and sometimes people aren't really friends until they hurt each other - or until they sit down together."

As she speaks these words aloud she writes something small alongside what

is already on the chalkboard. It reads "Love is about forgiving, understanding and accepting."

Turning back to face you, Miss Circle offers you a warm smile that seems to make even her jagged teeth look friendly. "If ever you need anyone to talk to, Oliver, don't hesitate to come to me."

You feel a rush of emotions wash over you - gratitude, respect, and just a tiny sliver of fear. Despite her rather ominous appearance, there's something about Miss Circle that makes you feel like you can trust her. Maybe even something more.

As you exit the classroom, you can't help but feel a little uneasy. There's something about Miss Circle that strikes you as off-putting, even if she did try to offer you some comfort. You quickly shake the feeling away though, reminding yourself that she is your teacher, after all.

As you make your way down the hallway, you hear a familiar voice from behind you call out, "Hey, CoolYukariYakumo1337!"

Turning around, you see that it's Alice, your girlfriend and also one of the few people in your class whom you consider a friend. She grins at you, her red dark short hair falling into her black eyes in a way that makes your heart skip a beat.

"Hey," you reply, feeling your cheeks flush with warmth. "How was class for you?"

Alice shrugs. "It was okay. I kind of drifted

off during Miss Circle's lecture," she confesses, looking up at you with a playful grin. "But I bet you were paying attention."

You can't help but chuckle at her teasing tone, giving her a playful shove in return.

"What do you expect?" you retort, feigning indignation. "She was talking about us!"

Alice laughs softly, her hand passing over yours in a reassuring gesture as she leans closer. "I trust you," she whispers seductively, making your heart race. "And I know you would never hurt me."

Your mind starts to wander, picturing the two of you alone together somewhere... SheGB is right; her words from earlier today echo in your mind. You want to make sure Alice knows

just how much you appreciate her, so you suggest, "Let's go to the roof after school today. We can have our own special lesson up there."

Alice grins, a spark of excitement in her eyes that mirrors your own. "Sounds like a plan," she agrees, linking her arm with yours as you walk side by side down the hallway.

As you leave the school building behind and ascend the stairs to the rooftop, your heart beats faster in anticipation. You can see the city skyline stretching out before you, seemingly limitless in its possibilities.

Once you reach the unblemished expanse of the rooftop, you pull Alice close, your lips grazing her ear as you murmur, "I want to show you something special."

She responds