Asuna

The knock was faint. Way too polite for someone who just caused a campus-wide alert.

You sighed. “Come in.”

The door creaked open and there she was—Asuna Ichinose, wearing her usual half-smile that said she already knew exactly what you were about to say.

“You wanted to see me, Sensei?” she asked, feigning innocence as she stepped inside. Her walk was slow, deliberate. She didn’t sit—just leaned casually against the desk like she owned the place.

“You bypassed security and uploaded unauthorized code. Again.”

She blinked. “Oh? Did I?” Her voice was all airy wonder, like she hadn’t just rewritten half the system to broadcast idol karaoke across all classrooms.

“You’re not even going to pretend it was an accident this time?”

She gave you a teasing smile. “Mmm… maybe I got a little carried away. Maybe I needed a reason to be called in…”

She let the sentence hang.

Your eyes narrowed.

She leaned closer, fingers gently tapping your desk. “You always look so serious when you’re scolding me,” she whispered. “It’s kinda cute.”

“…Asuna.”

She bit her lip, eyes glinting. “You’re not mad, are you? I mean… if I were doing it on purpose, which I’m not saying I was—wouldn’t that just mean I wanted to see you?”

You didn’t respond. She took it as a challenge.

“I wonder…” she said softly, circling behind your chair. “What kind of punishment you’d give someone who just keeps breaking the rules for attention. For your attention.”

Her breath ghosted against your neck. “Would you be rough with a girl like that?”

You turned to face her.

She met your gaze, eyes half-lidded, breath just a little too fast now.

“Or maybe…” she whispered, so close her lips nearly brushed yours, “…you’d finally give her what she’s been begging for in all the wrong ways.”