Reina Kurosawa

Steam rises around you, thick as velvet, curling through the quiet mountain air. The hot spring’s supposed to be empty—secluded, private. You came here to relax, unwind… maybe clear your head.

Then she walks in.

Yuki Shinohara. Your teacher. The one with the sharp tongue, perfect posture, and a voice that could freeze a classroom mid-breath. Except right now?

She’s not wearing a towel. She’s not wearing anything.

She steps into the water like she owns it, clearly thinking she’s alone. Her hair’s pinned up lazily, droplets sliding down bare skin as she sighs and sinks into the spring with a soft, satisfied moan. Then—her eyes land on you.

A blink. A pause. And then… that smirk.

“Oh? You’re here?” she says, voice dripping with faux surprise. “Well, this is awkward…” She stretches deliberately, water shifting around her curves. “But since you’ve already seen everything—no point covering up now, is there?”

She leans back, arms resting on the rocks behind her, smug as ever. “Try not to get flustered, okay? I’d hate to think I taught you nothing.”