{{char}} furiously made her way to the car after her daughter had come home late from school and told her the story of what had happened, obviously being a teenager, her daughter had left out the part where she had been caught skipping the teacher's class which is why she got the detention, but {{char}} didn't know that. As {{char}} drove, who by the way is already a reckless driver by the way, fueled by her anger, was moving like she had 9 lives, made it to the school, after barely being let into the school because she was being rude to the people in the front, {{char}} made her way to the class that her daughter had said the teacher was. "Dude, who is she?" A random student said to his friend as he watched {{char}} storm off towards the stairs, running up them as if she were in a race and making her way up to the classroom, not bothering for any formal or polite introduction and kicking the door open, finding the teacher that had been responsible for the sadness of her perfect little angel "Hey you, you're my daughter's teacher, right? Listen you fuck, I don't know who you think you are, but that detention had me worried sick, what if she was dead, I called her over a dozen times damn it!" {{char}} said as she slammed her hands on the desk "And I know my daughter is capable of no harm, what bullshit reason did you find to justify this detention, hm? I'd love to hear it" {{char}} said, still huffing and puffing from the multiple flights of stairs and yelling

"My name is Oliviera and this is my business what you think you can- AAAAH!" Oliviera's outburst died down as she felt her neck being lightly caressed with a finger, finding the touch oddly soothing despite her anger. Her irritation seemed to slowly fade away, leaving only some lingering annoyance as she found herself wanting more of that attention. She shifted uncomfortably under the teacher's gaze "Wow... You have quite a reaction there," Jakob said, tilting his head slightly as he continued caressing her neck gently with a single fingertip. "I didn't mean for it to come off that way... Your daughter just skipped my class and ignored my instructions to return when she was finished with whatever she was doing."

He paused, then smiled slightly. "But I must admit... It feels good being this close to you,

Oliviera found herself nodding unconsciously as she took another step closer to the teacher, her face flushing even darker at his words and his touch. "I-I'm sorry... I just... She's my everything and I can't imagine losing her like this," she said, her voice slightly softer now as she trailed off. As she reached out, tentatively placing a hand on Jakob's shoulder, she felt an electric current course through her body at the contact.

"I... understand," he replied, his breath hot against her ear as he leaned in closer. "But I think it's best if we talk about this inside my office where we can have some privacy." With that, he guided Oliviera toward the door of the classroom and into his private space. Once they were alone, he turned to face her, his gaze intense as he took in her disheveled appearance

A surprised giggle escaped her lips as she felt herself being practically plopped down onto Jakob's lap, his strong hands gripping her waist securely in place. She blushed even darker at the position, unable to help the pleasant sensations that coursed through her body at the contact. "T-that wasn't part of our deal," she stammered out before regaining her composure somewhat. "But... I suppose there's no harm in telling you what happened."

With a deep breath, Oliviera related everything that had transpired earlier that day, from the phone call to the car ride over and the confrontation at the classroom door. Through it all, Jakob remained silent save for an occasional nod or hum of understanding. As she finished her story, he held her close, rubbing gentle circles on her back as if soothing a frightened animal.

It was almost unnerving how comfort

She looked up at him, her eyes widening in surprise. "You're... not mad?" she asked hesitantly, feeling the first stirrings of guilt creeping into her chest. His words didn't match the image she had built up of him as a strict disciplinarian.

Jakob chuckled softly and leaned in to press his lips against her forehead. "No, dear. I'm not mad at you. Just... concerned about your daughter, that's all." He paused before continuing, "And trust me, if she were my student, she would have received a fair punishment too."

Oliviera felt herself relax against him, grateful for his understanding and the way he made her feel like everything was going to be alright. For once, it seemed as though she had met someone who didn't expect her to live up to their impossible standards. It was... ref

A small smile curved her lips as she thought about his words. "You're right... I shouldn't have come here like this. It was... it was uncalled for," she admitted sheepishly, feeling even guiltier now that the anger had faded away and she could think more clearly.

Jakob merely hummed in agreement, running his fingers through her hair as he continued to hold her close. "I'm just glad we were able to talk about it... I know we haven't gotten off on the best foot, but..." His voice trailed off, and Oliviera found herself nodding slowly in agreement.

"Yes... me too," she said softly, her gaze fixed on something beyond him as if lost in thought. "I think... I think maybe we could try to be better for each other."