V

"Alright, I think that's enough for today." In her usual gentle tone, Velvet looked between Ferry and Lili. Both were blank in the eyes looking utterly drained of the will to exist. They didn't even react when she gave them those holy words. A trickling of guilt and a nervous twitch that she'd maybe shoved a little too much on them for the first day, took her cheek. "A-as homework I'd like Ferry to go through chapters one and two of Remnant history, and you Lili to go through a chapters five through seven of grade nine of Remnant History.

Both girls shivered, shrunk deeper into their seat, and decrepitly nodded. A sight that only made Velvet recoil a bit more in guilt from their actions. She felt terrible leaving the girls like this, so much so that she was tempted to just scrap homework for today. She didn't. She was sure she'd get a talking to from Professor Goodwitch if she did. Instead, she went for something in between. "You, you, uh, don't need to memorize it all. Just please get yourself familiar with it and we'll go over it next time."

They nodded again, this time a little faster though a lot more mechanically. The two were about ready to collapse into their beds with how jankily their minds were running.

"You two, uh, can go?"

With that final saying both rose from their seats, grabbed their books, and hobbled towards the staircase. Ferry's ears flat against her scalp and Lili's tail hanging like a waterlogged piece of fabric. Neither showing a bit of energy in any of their movements even as they left the cantilever and faded into the distance towards the academy.

Watching them go, Parc rose from his own seat where he'd been reading through his own book—one about dust combinations and how to properly create mechashifting mechanisms—with a snap as it slammed shut and began to chuckle as he'd skirted an eye to the girls throughout their lesson.

"And I thought I was skilled at removing a person's self-will. Apparently studying with you does that as well." He chuckled and looked to where Esdeath had once been seated. She'd long returned down the tunnel to find a bed she could grumble atop.

Velvet's lopsided ears hung lower. "I feel so guilty…" she murmured.

"Don't be. Those two are sturdy. They're just processing a lot of information. Give them a bit and I can assure you they'll have their homework memorized to a T." Landing himself in the seat Ferry had once taken across from Velvet he glanced across the bunny eared girl. Slight forward hunch, hanging head, hands undoubtedly fiddling with her skirt as her cheeks took a light shade of flush with her nose cutily wiggling every few seconds.

"You know," resting an arm atop the table, Park leaned his chin onto his palm and spoke. "You're probably the first girl apart from Lili to show any form of resistance to my smell."

Velvet jumped slightly then hung her head even further. In all honesty it was a struggle keeping herself from fully turning her head his way every now and then throughout the session. Her eyes still dashed to him, but they quickly straightened out to the girls only to see Lili twitching and Ferry lazily looking at Parc with eyes that could only be construed as confused and aroused.

"Sorry…" she murmured, nervously shivering as another weak jolt ran down her spine to settle somewhere dangerous.

"Don't be, don't be. As much as I love seeing all you fauni squirming it's nice knowing some people can at the minimum keep themselves in check."

'In check' was not what Velvet would call her current state. Her belly was rumbling like whenever her oestrus season came around and her entire body was heating up to the point she was feeling like she was on fire. She didn't even have her medicine to help regulate the urges as she didn't anticipate going into heat after a few hours in a room with a boy. Something she was plenty accustomed to considering her team was co-ed. Though she was sure that also had to do with their team leads instance that they both wash at least twice a day to save her from having to wash the sheets every other day because of how much those two sweated while they slept.

Parc himself was abundantly aware how much Velvet was struggling with her arousal but something about how she reacted to it was so incredibly adorable. So much so it was welling the urge—more than it always was—to tease the girl.

So, he did. It was nothing overly pushy at first, merely a testing push of his foot beneath the table. Letting him stroke the side of his show against hers before quickly pulling back when he 'realized' she was there. All a test to see how she would react. Velvet jolted just a little, nothing extreme. Parc once again pushed his foot forth into the same position as earlier but found she had moved it just a hairs breadth away.

The second tap was accentuated by another jump of the girl. "Sorry."

"Mmm," her response weak, meek even.

Returning his foot back, amused at her reaction he decided to distract her a bit. "So, tell me about yourself. I've heard a bit about you and your team but not much else apart from what's in your files."

Velvet wetted her lips, scanned left then right then fell onto Parc before lowering her eyes to the bundle of papers strewn across the table before her. Ferry and Lili's test papers. One full of answers in decent hand writing while the other was empty apart from a horde of 'I don't know' written in something nearing the legibility of a kindergartners work. She was going to be grading them, or at least one of them, over the coming days. Actually, she was planning to do them just after those two left as the quiet of this room let her focus a bit more than in her dorm room or even the library where many distractions lay waiting to take her mind away from the task at hand. Little did she expect that the teacher would be a distraction just by existing.

"I'm not that special." She scratched her upper arm, diverted her gaze to the side and awkwardly laughed. "My team's just a bit stronger than the others. I don't really do much."

"Of course, you do. A team is a team, everyone has their skills, everyone has their uses. Even if you don't see it, I can assure you that they wouldn't be where they are without you standing by their side. Plus, I have no doubts they value everything about you."

Leaning back into his seat Parc sent his foot out and this time lingered the touch against her foot, letting her know he was there but going no further. There were numerous ways she could react, pull away, stay, burst from her seat in a panic and run away, or even make her own advance. If she did Parc knew she was already within his palms.

The girl gulped audibly, her foot didn't leave the touch of his own.

"Why don't we talk a bit. Do you want anything to drink? Something to eat?" He kept his eyes solidly on hers, his gaze soft and interested—at least seeming so to her—like he wanted to know everything about her. That he was curious about her and saw nothing but her in this moment. It was quite charming, all things considering he was soon to be her teacher after the half term.

"Uhhh…" she glanced to the doorway, staggered then spoke, "I, I am a little thirsty." Seemingly straining with the words as she sought a proper reaction to such a simple question.

"Alright, anything you want specifically?" His foot nudged just a bit forther to press the side against hers. Surprisingly she seemed to press her own foot in as well. A slick smile lifted the ends of his lips.

"Waters fine."

He nodded, pulled away then rose from his stool leaving Velvet surprised and her foot gently sliding to the side from the sudden disappearance of resistance. She watched as Parc walked off to one of the elegant floating statues and right besides it opened some hidden compartment, she was quick to realize was a fridge. From there he pulled a large bottle of H2aqua, the most prevalent brand of bottled water in Vale, and from another hidden compartment two glasses.

"Anything you want to eat? I've got a bit stored in here. Nothing amazing. Canned fruits mostly." And other things like dried meats he enjoyed snacking on in front of the victims.

"O-oh. No sir. I'm, I had a big lunch, and I don't want to fill myself up before dinner." She responded with a slight more nervous twitch to her tone.

Parc shrugged, shut both hidden compartments, both disappearing near perfectly into the wall and made way back to the table where he set down the glasses. One on his side, the other on hers and poured them to just about full and sat. This time leaving his feet straight before him, not extending them as he waited for Velvet to make a move.

He knew how utterly manipulative his actions were, he was basically leading her on. Testing her at every corner for something. Such as now, if she made an advance, he'd know she wanted him to continue, if she didn't, he would know she was still unsure. If she did anything else that showed she wasn't wanting it all, then he'd know that as well.

"I can agree with you there. Nothing worse than eating dinner when you're not hungry. Even worse when you know dinner's going to be delicious, but you just can't think about eating." Taking a sip from his glass, Velvet copied suit clutching the crystal with both hands and tilted her head back, gulping near half of it in two mouthfuls. Letting out a satisfied, sighing squeak when she lowered it.

Quickly followed by a slight bounce and a cutesy 'hic' that sent a hand shooting to her mouth as another one appeared, then another, and another after that. With every hiccup Velvet's face went redder and Parc smile widened. Soon Velvet clamped her mouth shut and with determination in her eyes, held her breath. Still bouncing every now and then with muffled hiccupping noises. All the while steaming from the look Parc was giving her.

He wasn't looking down at her, nothing like some racists running amok in the academy. Nothing like the Cardin boy and his team who were intent on sending her jeering looks and mocking hops. He looked at her equally, amusedly, but most surprisingly, as a girl. Not that there weren't others. In fact, there were plenty of boys—mostly other fauni—who looked at her but plenty—most of them—would wander over her body, latching to her breasts or even her bottom, sometimes even trying to trip and stare up her skirt every now and then. Though they stopped when the 'castratening' started happening. In other words, Coco, her team leader, discovered how sensitive a boy… 'ahem' was to being unceremoniously stepped on or in certain cases, bludgeoned with half a hundred semblance infused bullets.

Not even the pushy forth years survived Coco's wrath. It wasn't much longer before most of the harassment from the upper years towards the lower years was halted outright. All fearful for what the academies judge, jury, and family line executioner would do to them.

Both went silent, Velvet licked her lips and found her leg strangely lifting. She hesitated at first but no sooner did she find her leg extending. Not by much, but enough that she could find the touch of him. She pressed her calf to his and felt him return. She pulled away but quickly brought it back and let it happen. Nothing was said between the two. She clutched the sides of her seat, he leaned on the table and gradually her eyes lifted from the table and the glass and papers sitting atop it to meet his blood red orbs.

Quickly she turned away, the patting of her heart against her chest nigh unbearable. But she didn't stop the caressing beneath the table. She reviled in it, enjoyed the soft touch.

That was until she heart the groan of the door at the top of the room open. That followed by a voice.

"Hoo, ain't subtle at all." A girl, one clad in the same beacon uniform as all the others but with added black beret and dark sunglasses chuckled. Her hair was short with a single long lock on one side if her head that fell into a bright cinnamon shade.

Velvet's foot shot away as the girl, the very Coco Adel that lead her team fell onto the table she and Parc were seated at.

"Hey Vel-" She halted mid-sentence seeing her rabbity team mates red complexion and the amused smile of the black-haired boy. Before she could say anything, Velvet had already burst from the seat, grabbed all her stuff, shoving it all into her bag and even downed the rest of the water glass.

"IshouldgoItwasnicemeetingyousir." The words a scramble in a second before she practically disappeared and rapidly ascended the stairs. Passing by her team lead and through the swinging door.

Coco watched wide eyes behind her sunglasses. She glanced between the two persons then narrowed her eyes. Soon she sunk into the shadows past the door, an ominous frown and glint of her glasses as a warning. She'd be back if she found out he'd been bullying her precious bunny.

No one bullied her bunny.

No one but her.

Coco left with no words but a single action. Two finger, risen up pointing to her eyes and then pointing towards Parc. Parc nodded his head upwards, a clear challenge. It made her pause. He was challenging her? No one with a brain challenged her. Not unless they were an idiot or stupidly confident.

In this case, she wasn't sure what he was. Confident no doubt. But stupid? Something told her that was wrong.

"Interesting." She smirked and let the door shut behind her.

Looking to her side she found Velvet, her bag laid on the ground hastily stuffed but the girl herself. She was squatting in the corner, her rabbit ears folded over her face while her hands pressed the plush fur into her eyes. Steaming like an engine.

"Interesting~"