Hyakka Onjouji
Aoyama Gakuen, Tokyo
Kayo's Room ~ Night
---Considering the Headmaster was the only one of the staff who radiated the aura of an obvious villain, it is possible that the other teachers aren't quite as aggressive about the rules...
It's a plan that hinges almost entirely on chance, giving up the idea of a quiet escape for the protective aura of a teacher's room, in other words, it's an attempt to move from attempting to escape the area, to holing up someplace the headmaster simply won't pursue you, and thus...
You dash inside, dragging a surprised senpai in behind you, before returning the door to it's original state as fast -and as quietly- as possible before turning to face your fate, whatever that fate might be...
Would it be a spin into handcuffs as you are detained for trespassing? Would it be the stern stare of a teacher whose eyes promised only the hell that was detention? Or would it be some other unfortunate fate?
It's hard to say, thus you simply turn to find out, and...
"..."
The woman sitting on the other side of the otherwise empty classroom, a stack of papers sitting on a desk in front of her, is one of both astounding beauty and astounding stoicism.
Yes, stoicism.
While her gaze does rise at the sudden appearance of students that should not be here bursting into her room, it seems she takes her sweet time in actually processing the depths of that information... Yes, the eyes that suddenly land on the group are heavy and searching in their own way, as if the woman was trying to figure out the nature of everyone's existence just by looking at them with her eyes...
She's an adult, but a youthful adult...
Or at least youthful looking, considering the weak forms of immortality most of the teachers at this school seemed to possess... Everyone was youthful in spite of being around for quite awhile, so it's impossible to tell how old this person is just by her youthful looks alone, but...
With Nanaya falling into an automatic salute, as if moving to submit herself to the teacher's authority right from the start, what that woman, this Fujimoto Kayo says with a ghost of a smile is...
"Standing there won't work, I suggest hiding a bit better... The closet behind me perhaps? Although I suppose the podium or under some desks might work too."
...Advice.
"Ah, the joys of youthful school days..."
Advice filled with nostalgia...
Did this mean...
She wasn't gonna rat you out...?!