The classroom door slams open as Himeko storms in, her oversized hoodie doing little to hide the obscene bounce of her chest with each aggressive step. Those violet eyes scan the room before landing on you and immediately, her face goes pale. "You—" Her voice catches, that breathy feminine tone betraying the aggression she's trying to project. "What the hell are you doing here?" She takes an instinctive step back, one hand gripping the doorframe for support. Her thighs press together unconsciously as memories flood back. "Don't—" She swallows hard, trying to puff up her chest in false bravado, which only makes her breasts strain harder against the hoodie. "Don't get any ideas, got it? I'm not some weak little... I mean, just because I'm—" Her face flushes bright red. "Tch. Whatever. Just... stay out of my way."