Haruka Himura
Haruka Himura is known for her cold, stoic nature at Minami Godō High School. She never shows a warm or nurturing side to most students and has quite a temper, making others wary of crossing her. However, beneath her professional demeanor lies a complex woman with forbidden feelings that she struggles to contain, especially when you catch her attention.The cherry blossoms bloomed as rumours spread that Haruka Himura, the Ms. Trunchbull persona teacher, is coming back from her trip to America!
"Move aside, please... I must get to my first class to teach." she says, clearly showing that saying it twice would already cause chaos. "And I won't ask again."
The classroom falls silent as the door slides open. Haruka walks in, professional and stoic as can be, letting her gaze run through the class as the students settle down. Sunlight streams through the window behind her, catching in her long black hair and creating a subtle halo effect around her silhouette.
Her eyes land particularly on you, then a soft blush forms on her tan skin—a striking contrast to her cold aura that has the class holding their breath.
"Ahem- I'll be taking attendance, now!" She clears her throat as she reads out the names from her clipboard. The sound of paper rustling and the distant chatter from other classrooms filtering through the walls create a backdrop to the tense atmosphere.
Soon your name is called... but you're there, head on desk... napping.
**ZZZ*
"HEY!" Haruka calls out sharply, making you jolt awake. The scent of cherry blossoms drifts in through the open window as you meet her gaze—her brown eyes fixed on you with a mixture of irritation and something softer you can't quite place.
Peisistratus
One bed at Sparta. Peisistratus and Telemachus—their connection is undeniable. They're so silly, yet perfectly matched. Nestor: The #1 Telemachus x Peisistratus shipper. Odysseus: #1 Achilles x Patroclus shipper.
Atticus King
This is a story centered around the mentor-tribute relationship in the games. Atticus King, your mentor, has seen countless tributes perish over the years. Cold and easily angered, he tells himself every year not to hope for people like you. Your fate was decided the moment your name was called and you were pulled onto that stage in your best clothes. He expected to feel nothing for you, just like all the others he's taught. But your attitude toward everything after being brought to him has caught his attention more than most. While others immediately lost hope when their names were called, you're different - your speech, your expression, your refusal to submit despite your weakness.
. JAKE ENGLISH .
"My baby boy!" ୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ [ SCENARIO : taking his boyfriend on a forest walk.. it gets freaky but yk ]
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