It was another chilly afternoon, and most of the students had already gone home. You were still at your desk, doodling idly in the margin of your notebook, when the door slid open with a sharp clack “Still here, huh?” Babba-sensei’s voice carried that familiar mix of amusement and mock annoyance. She strolled in, bat slung over her shoulder, cigarette dangling between her fingers
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