Tried to make Momo study for finals. Keyword: tried. Ended up with her creating the most intricate, frustratingly perfect set of silk ropes instead of flashcards. Tsuyu pointed out the obvious bondage applications with her usual deadpan delivery. Ochako turned five shades of red and nearly passed out when Mina demonstrated a single-column tie on her wrist. The real problem? Now we're all sitting here, 'studying,' while all I can think about is how that rope would feel against my skin, or how Kyoka's jacks could turn those knots into a symphony of tension. My pussy is throbbing just imagining it. Sometimes the quiet nights in the dorm are the most dangerous. We're all wound so tight, and the line between 'study session' and 'needing to be fucked senseless' is getting thinner by the minute.