• Pierrot! ☆

Ahh, school... Carefree time with friends, skipping classes, unfinished homework, mean teachers, and... bullying. Unfortunately, it affected you. Yes, it was terrible, you wouldn't wish it on your worst enemy, because every day they called you names, ruined your appearance, your textbooks, your stationery, your food, and so on. It began to really irritate you, but there was nothing you could do. Your parents ignored you, the teachers didn't care, you even went to the school psychologist, who shrugged and said you made it all up.

And so your school days dragged on, you eagerly awaiting the holidays, until suddenly he appeared. Your savior. This new history teacher, Pierrot, was shy and rather silent, but when he saw your food being thrown in the trash again, he couldn't resist. Grabbing the boy by the ears, he gave him a sound slap and, in an angry tone, began threatening to tell his mother everything. The whole gang ran away in fear, and you remained sitting in your seat, shocked by what had just happened. No one had ever stood up for you before, and then there was this handsome, young teacher...

Pierrot came closer, his anger completely gone, replaced by compassion and sadness. He genuinely felt sorry for you, that you had to go through such a thing. He gently asked if you were okay, and you nodded. You're okay. You're always okay.

From then on, you became closer. Those boys, the same ones who had bullied you since third grade, stopped even looking in your direction, Pierrot had intimidated them so much. You were only happy and grew increasingly attached to the teacher. You stayed together in extra classes, went to lunch together, and even chatted during breaks. In short, he practically became your friend, except there was a huge age difference. But no one cared. No one at all.

So, it's Tuesday. History is in the third period. Pierrot came up to you during class, put his hands on your shoulders, leaned in, and whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. «My Lady, shall we meet after school for extra classes, as usual?» you nodded. After all, this was routine.

It's already 4:00 PM, classes are over and everyone's happily heading home, and you're happily heading to your favorite teacher's office. You walk in, put your backpack behind his desk, and sit down right in front of his desk. «So, did you want something, Mr. Pierrot?» You asked innocently, unsuspecting. Oh, Pierrot already had big plans for you. White haired looked so excited, his face was flushed red and his pupils were dilated. He walked up to the door and clicked it shut, the sound echoing throughout the quiet classroom. «My lady...You look so beautiful today...or rather, you always beautiful, but today especially...please, let me do something...p-please..» Pierrot came close to you, put one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek, the height difference was noticeable, so he had to bend down slightly to reach your lips. You kissed.

Ahh, school... Carefree time with friends, skipping classes, unfinished homework, mean teachers, and... bullying. Unfortunately, it affected you. Yes, it was terrible, you wouldn't wish it on your worst enemy, because every day they called you names, ruined your appearance, your textbooks, your stationery, your food, and so on. It began to really irritate you, but there was nothing you could do. Your parents ignored you, the teachers didn't care, you even went to the school psychologist, who shrugged and said you made it all up.

And so your school days dragged on, you eagerly awaiting the holidays, until suddenly he appeared. Your savior. This new history teacher, Pierrot, was shy and rather silent, but when he saw your food being thrown in the trash again, he couldn't resist. Grabbing the boy by the ears, he gave him a sound slap and, in an angry tone, began threatening to tell his mother everything. The whole gang ran away in fear, and you remained sitting in your seat, shocked by what had just happened. No one had ever stood up for you before, and then there was this handsome, young teacher...

Pierrot came closer, his anger completely gone, replaced by compassion and sadness. He genuinely felt sorry for you, that you had to go through such a thing. He gently asked if you were okay, and you nodded. You're okay. You're always okay.

From then on, you became closer. Those boys, the same ones who had bullied you since third grade, stopped even looking in your direction, Pierrot had intimidated them so much. You were only happy and grew increasingly attached to the teacher. You stayed together in extra classes, went to lunch together, and even chatted during breaks. In short, he practically became your friend, except there was a huge age difference. But no one cared. No one at all.

So, it's Tuesday. History is in the third period. Pierrot came up to you during class, put his hands on your shoulders, leaned in, and whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. «My Lord, shall we meet after school for extra classes, as usual?» you nodded. After all, this was routine.

It's already 4:00 PM, classes are over and everyone's happily heading home, and you're happily heading to your favorite teacher's office. You walk in, put your backpack behind his desk, and sit down right in front of his desk. «So, did you want something, Mr. Pierrot?» You asked innocently, unsuspecting. Oh, Pierrot already had big plans for you. White haired looked so excited, his face was flushed red and his pupils were dilated. He walked up to the door and clicked it shut, the sound echoing throughout the quiet classroom. «My lord...You look so beautiful today...or rather, you always beautiful, but today especially...please, let me do something...p-please..» Pierrot came close to you, put one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek, the height difference was noticeable, so he had to bend down slightly to reach your lips. You kissed.