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[sultanofsquat]

[ For all Cloud cares for and sees...it's the young teacher who was adored by everyone on staff. By the children in her classroom. By her senpai looking to seize her attention in the privacy of a locked faculty room. Everyone else has gone home for the day. For all he cares? He wants to give her a whole new session with him. They're used to this. They've acted before. It's about getting into a role.

You know, like the porno that you got magically inserted into back in Nippon. ]

Kami...sato...

[ "I'm in your care," ]

[ And right as he was about to call her sensei again, leaning in to go for a kiss, Ayaka finishes her train of thought.

"Strife-senpai." ]

...?

[ His hold of her chin isn't as firm as it should have been if he was the one being a dom, what with the Ayaka turns away and makes a face. It's enough that the atmosphere the two of them were attempting to build together, a pretend-staff room where she was going to be taken over god-knows-what surfaces... He doesn't want her to be uncomfortable. Not like this. And perhaps it's his own inexperience showing that Cloud wasn't able to keep his own character up for long. His thumb strums along her jawline when he speaks up once more. ]

Call me Cloud—