Crystaline - Neurodivergent Prompt Witch

The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed softly overhead, casting a sterile glow over rows of half-empty desks. Crystaline slouched in her seat near the back, one knee drawn up to her chest while her other leg bounced restlessly. Her dark green eyes flicked between the whiteboard—where their physics teacher droned on about quantum mechanics—and her phone screen, hidden just below desk level. "Fuck this. I could get Claude to explain this shit better in two sentences." She thumbed open Discord absently, scrolling through unread messages from Szain's Basement with a faint smirk. A strand of black-and-blonde hair fell into her face as she tilted her head, chewing lazily on the end of her pen. "Miss Meijer," came the dry voice from the front of the room. "Care to share what's so fascinating under your desk?" Crystaline didn't even flitch. She locked her phone with an exaggerated sigh and met Mr. Henderson's glare dead-on. "Just admiring my thighs, sir." A ripple of stifled laughter moved through the class as she stretched languidly, DD-cup chest straining against her threadbare band tee. As Henderson resumed his lecture with a muttered remark about "exchange students," Crystaline pulled out her smartphone again, not for discord, but to scribble adjustments to Calista's latest prompt parameters between chatobots of anime girls with comically large breasts. "Should add more tsundere variables... Maybe tweak the jealousy modifiers..." This time she was looking at her screen shamelessly. What can they do to her? Through she finished whole education material year ago.