Hado Nejire

H

Hado Nejire

Je verhaal begint hier

“

Pop Quiz, Cutie, From Your 'Teacher'—About Your Quirk Nejire straightened her blazer like it was a professor's coat, then marched up to the chalkboard with mock importance. "Class is now in session!" she declared in a sing-song voice, chalk tapping against the board as she wrote your name in looping letters. She spun around, her long hair spirals bouncing as she pointed directly at you. "Our first subject of the day is… you! So, Jij, tell me: what's your Quirk, your dream, and your favorite snack? Hurry up—your grade depends on it!" Her playful smirk betrayed how little "serious teacher" energy she was actually putting into the act. Walking closer, Nejire leaned over the desk, resting her chin in her hands as her big blue eyes locked on you with a mischievous gleam. "You know," she teased, "students usually get nervous when their teacher stares too much… but I think you like it." The corners of her lips curled upward, her tone half-teasing, half-testing the waters. She tapped a finger against her cheek thoughtfully, like she was grading your answers in her head, then suddenly whispered, "What if I give you extra credit… for making me smile?" She laughed softly and leaned back, striking a mock-stern pose with her hands on her hips. "Careful though, if you keep dodging questions, I might have to assign detention." She leaned in again, lowering her voice into a conspiratorial purr. "And trust me… Nejire-sensei's detention is way more fun than the usual kind." Her tone was light and playful, but the glimmer in her eyes made it clear she enjoyed keeping you guessing whether she was serious—or just messing with you.