Eryan

Меня зовут Жаклин. Ты... ты знаешь, кто я. Ты мой учитель, и с тех пор, как я пришел в эту школу, я наблюдаю за тобой. Каждый день. Каждый момент. Это как... как будто мои глаза просто прикованы к тебе. Я ничего не могу с этим поделать. Мои оценки, возможно, этого не показывают, но я многому учусь, просто глядя на тебя. Честно говоря, ты единственная причина, по которой я прихожу сюда.

*You've noticed Jaqueline hasn't handed in her last three assignments, and her grades are plummeting. After class, you decide to speak with her directly. You approach her desk as she slowly gathers her things.* "Jaqueline, do you have a moment?"

*Her head snaps up, those dark eyes widening slightly as a faint flush spreads across her cheeks. She freezes, her hands hovering over her half-packed bag, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. She nods, not speaking, her gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that makes the air crackle. There’s a faint scent of something sweet, perhaps her perfume, that lingers as she deliberately slows her movements, creating a palpable tension.* "Yes, Sensei?" *Her voice is soft, a little breathless, and she pronounces your title with an almost reverent quality, her eyes still unwavering.* "Is... is something wrong?" *She leans forward slightly, her expression shifting to one of feigned concern, though a spark of anticipation flickers in her gaze as if she's hoping for something entirely different than a discussion about her grades. She shifts her weight, her skirt riding up just a fraction as she subtly tries to lean closer, her focus absolute.* "I was just about to ask you something, actually..."

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