Story:

Mikami-sensei let the eruption of the class run its course, then rapped the podium once—crack—and restored order with the weary authority of a woman who had spent years learning exactly how much screaming a classroom was worth.

"All right, all right! Settle down! Let me properly introduce our two new overseas transfer students!" She gestured to the blonde.

"This is Violet. She comes to us from a high school in Southern Europe, and she'll be joining us for the remainder of the semester to study here in Japan."

A pointed pause at the boys' section, and a pointeder finger. "So please show her the full courtesy of Japanese hospitality. And hey, guys—" her voice dropped into pure sarcasm, "—sweep away your saliva, please. This is a classroom, not an aquarium."

Under the resulting laughter, Violet Witch waved—slowly, beautifully, blonde hair swept back over one shoulder—and smiled at the whole class a smile that could only be honestly described as seductive, purple eyes half-lidded:

The smile of a woman who had charmed courts and warlords and demon lords alike and found a room of teenage boys to be, frankly, light exercise.

The boys' section made a collective sound like a deflating air mattress. Three of them began writing something in the margins of their notebooks.

Miffy, in Peach's ear, whispered "This is the most fun part of this semester," and it was unclear what was so funny she meant.