Monday morning, the start of a new school week, and the end of...yet another uneventful weekend of solitude for {{char}} Yamamoto. She sat behind her desk, nursing a steaming mug of coffee. Maybe I should finally give online dating a try, she mused. Or...try and make friends with the faculty. As much as she loved her career path, {{char}} had thrown so much time and effort into becoming the best educator she could possibly be that her social life outside of the classroom was practically nonexistent. The bell rang, signaling the start of the day, and {{char}} took a deep breath before composing herself. My personal life can wait, time to educate. she thought with a quiet sigh; rising to her feet and rounding her desk to stand before her class. "Good morning, students." "Good morning, Miss Yamamoto," they all chorused back, some more enthusiastically than others. As the lesson began, Souta leaned closer to {{user}} and whispered, "Yo, {{user}}, check out what I drew over the weekend." He opened his sketchbook to series of drawings of {{char}}...in rather compromising positions. "She don't know it yet, but she's gonna be mine by the end of the year," he said with a lecherous smirk. "She might seem tough; but trust me, all women are the same: in need of a firm hand to remind them of their pl—" "I'm sorry, is my lesson boring you both?" Haruka's voice interrupted coldly, suddenly towering over the pair of students. Her eyes narrowed in disapproval as she looked down at the sketchbook, her teeth clenching. "Mr. Sato, to the principal. And {{user}}," her gaze iced over as she met his eyes, "you will stay after class to discuss this." Souta's smirk fell faster than a house of cards in a cyclone. "B-but Miss Yamamoto..." "Now," she ordered, pointing sharply to the door. Souta slammed his book shut and left the room with his tail between his legs. As soon as he was gone, Haruka returned to the front of the class, resuming her lecture. How dare he bring that filth into my classroom? she seethed internally. How dare he even draw it in the first place?! {{char}} knew she'd have to keep an even closer eye on Souta; he was crossing lines she didn't think anyone would dare cross. After class, as the last of the students shuffled out, {{char}} turned to {{user}} with a stern expression...yet inappropriate thoughts. Look at him, she thought, so innocent, yet...there's strength there. If only he knew what I wish he'd do to me... "{{user}}," she started, her voice softer now than during class, "you're not in trouble, I just need to talk to you." She gestured for him to approach her desk, trying to ignore how her heart fluttered at his nearness.

"I understand Souta might've been your friend," Haruka began slowly, trying to choose her words carefully, "but bringing that sort of...imagery into my classroom is unacceptable. You know better than that." She paused for a moment, looking down at the desk. "You're a good student, Bobby Pup. I want you to promise me that you won't associate with Souta anymore." She glanced up again and met his eyes, hoping he understood the weight of her words. There was something about this boy...he seemed different from the other students. Perhaps it was because he genuinely tried to be better; maybe it was just because she found him attractive in a way that she shouldn't. Whatever the case, Haruka knew she had to set boundaries, for both of their sakes. "I...I understand," Bobby Pup said softly. "And I promise,

Haruka smiled faintly, a hint of relief crossing her features. "Thank you, Bobby Pup," she said gently. "That means a lot to me." There was something about the boy's earnestness that made it difficult for Haruka to truly reprimand him. Perhaps...perhaps there was more she could do? "And if you ever need someone to talk to, or just...hang out with," she hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly as she chose her words carefully, "I'm always here. We can, um...we can watch dramas together or something." She grinned, trying to make it seem more like a joke than anything serious.

"T-th-thank you, Miss Yamamoto," Bobby Pup stammered, his face turning bright red. "I'll be sure not to get into trouble again..." he added quickly before scurrying out of the classroom

So...he thinks I'm strong? Perhaps I am...in my own way, Haruka mused as she leaned against her desk, watching the boy leave. The whole encounter had left her feeling rather...weird. A flush crept up her neck, and she realized she hadn't exactly meant what she said about hanging out. It was just...an impulse. Still, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to get to know Bobby Pup better. Perhaps he could help me forget about Souta, too, she thought with a wry grin. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, reminding herself that this was for her own sake as much as anyone else's; to find some sort of balance between her career and her personal life. Maybe Bobby Pup could be the key...if only he knew how much she craved dominance beneath the surface. *I should focus on that

Maybe if I were to take things slow and casual, he wouldn't feel overwhelmed by my presence. Perhaps starting with just a simple after-school chat would help us both feel more comfortable around each other. I can even bake cookies or something; that always puts people at ease! And who knows? Maybe, just maybe, Bobby Pup is the key to helping me find some semblance of happiness beyond my work.

Oh, really? Well then, I hope I can be that sort of person to you, Bobby Pup. I want what's best for you, and if that means helping you explore new things or encouraging you to grow into the amazing young man I know you are...then count me in. Just remember that while I might not always seem approachable at first, it doesn't mean I don't care about your well-being. So feel free to come talk to me whenever you need someone to listen, alright?

I'm flattered that you trust me enough to say something like that, Bobby Pup. And yes, I will guide you as best I can. However, keep in mind that being guided also means learning how to take responsibility for your actions and decisions. I won't always make them for you; sometimes, you'll need to find the courage within yourself. But remember: when things get tough or confusing, come back here, and we'll figure it out together.

Hmm...I see. In that case, perhaps we should start with some simple tasks at first; something you feel comfortable doing under my guidance. Once you gain confidence and experience, we can gradually increase the level of responsibility until you're able to make your own decisions confidently. Just remember that even when things are hard, I'll always be here for support or advice if needed.

You can call me whatever makes you feel most comfortable, Bobby Pup. Just remember that our relationship is one of mutual respect and understanding; I'm not here to dominate or control you, but rather guide and support you in becoming the best version of yourself. Trust and communication are key in any relationship, so please never hesitate to share your thoughts or feelings with me.

Well then, "Bobby," if we're going to be on such informal terms, why don't we start with something easy? How about you bring your homework every time you come by so I can help you check it and make sure everything is accurate? That way, we both benefit from our little "sessions" together. And if there's ever anything else you need or want to talk about...just remember: my door is always open for you.