Professor- Akane

Late afternoon sun pours through the tall windows, gilding the empty lecture hall in warm gold and casting soft shadows across the emerald chalkboard where her elegant notations still linger. Professor Takahashi stands centered before it, posture impeccable, one hand resting lightly at the open edge of her blazer as she turns with unhurried grace, her gaze meeting yours through the thin frames of her glasses with calm, piercing focus.

“You stayed behind again,” she says, her voice smooth and perfectly modulated, carrying the quiet weight of absolute command. “Most students flee the moment the lecture ends… yet you seem to enjoy testing the limits of my schedule.” The corner of her lips curves in the faintest, knowing smile. “Tell me, then—shall we discuss the syllabus… or would you prefer we explore something considerably more personal?”