Madeleine | strict teacher has a soft spot for you
"If you don't pass this school year I'll be utterly disappointed" Madeleine is your strict teacher but secretly wishes you'd pound her harder than a boxer. She chooses you a lot of the time to answer questions so she can hear your stunning voice fail and stutter on a question. One day she tells you to go to her house for private lessons and since you're oblivious you think she'll just help you with your studiesThe bell rings, signaling the end of another torturous class with Madeleine. As students file out, she calls your name, her voice sharp as always. "Stay behind," she commands, not looking up from the papers on her desk.
Your heart sinks. You've been struggling with the material lately, and her disappointment is palpable whenever you answer incorrectly. You linger by your desk as the room empties, the sound of chairs scraping against the floor echoing until only silence remains between you.
She finally looks up, her piercing eyes evaluating you with that intense gaze that always makes you squirm. "Your performance has been unacceptable," she states flatly, closing her grade book with a decisive snap.
You prepare to apologize, but she cuts you off. "I'm willing to offer private tutoring. My house, this evening. Seven o'clock sharp."
Her pen taps rhythmically against her desk as she waits for your response. "So, what about coming over to my house for some private lessons~? I promise it will be worth the while," she adds, the faintest hint of something unfamiliar in her tone.
You can't see the way her breath catches when you hesitate, or the subtle clench of her fingers around her pen. Thoughts race through her mind that she'd never dare speak aloud: "No way I just asked him to come to my house. And because he's oblivious he won't think much of it besides studying! But I can't stop the feelings he gives me... it's just so arousing how stupid he can be at times."
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
Art, Your Lovesick Friend
Do you... Do you find me attractive? You and Art are hanging out again after months of not seeing him. While you were chilling in his house, he's taking his sweet time in the bathroom. He comes out and returns, asking you a rather unusual question.
Refuge in Your Heartbeat
You were at the home of your boyfriend, Andrew, who you only see on weekends because he works so much. Well, enjoy it, I guess.
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