A/N: Ladies and gentlefish, we have our first requested Futa chapter. Remember, don't be afraid to come to me with request for Futa or Male. (Mainly feminine ones or something along the lines. Would accept someone like Whitley honestly.) I don't bite. Requested by nate101z. Oh, and before we start, I made the character a little bit OOC... Or at least I think? I haven't really paid attention to it, but it was insisted.

3rd Person POV

For as long as Y/N had been in school, he had never experienced so much stress. Not only did he have to worry about a senior project which determined if he failed or not, but he had to deal with a teacher he absolutely despised. To make matters worse, she happened to be his Trigonometry teacher, Ms. Yumi. Apparently, she had come overseas to teach the miserable students of his school, and to say that her class was difficult was the understatement of the year. Almost half of the class had either a D, an F, or in Y/N's case, a low C. Yes, he should be happy that he was passing, but that wasn't at all the point. He hated her and there wasn't really much he could do.

Currently, Y/N was in the back of his class, leaning his chair against the newly painted wall. Thankfully the paint had dried over the week so he was finally able to lean back once more. "Jay, is she here today? I really don't feel like dealing with her." Jay, who was sharpening his pencil, looked out the door and shrugged. "I mean, I don't have her early in the morning. You should've asked Quincy when he was at his locker."

"I swear, if she's here I'm going to sleep." Trey said, already placing his head on his desk.

"And then you'll fail." Y/N quickly added.

"It is what it is." Jay chuckled, walking back to his seat.

"All of us are failing. Well, not all of us, but still! I knew I should've switched my classes. Someone remind me to never fall for a teacher just because she has a nice figure."

"I'll make sure to remind you Trey."

"Thanks Y/N."

Just as Y/N rolled his eyes, he quickly found himself glaring at the door. Ms. Yumi had just walked in the door and by the scowl on her face, she did not seem excited in any way. The room then went quiet as she made her way towards her desk, not saying a word. Finally having a seat, Yumi placed a binder on to her desk and cleared her throat. "I believe that most of you know you're failing. Whether it be due to a lack of understanding or trying, I do not know. However, I do know this. Those who are failing will be leaving this class."

"OH THANK GOD!"

"QUIET! Now then, when I say your name stand up and go to Mr. Green's room. Ricky, David, Samuel, Wayne, Trey, Jay, Isaiah, Cole, Tim, Chris, Vanessa, Isabella, Eliza, Dale, Walter, and Alice." If Y/N hadn't held himself back, he would've put his head through the wall. Their class was quite small compared to other classes and since she called most of the students within the room, that only left four people in that class. Y/N, Madison, Alex, and Francis. However, Madison was out for a week since she was in another country, Alex was sick, and Francis was simply skipping school seeing as how he hated it. So that only left Y/N and Ms. Yumi together in one room.

"See ya Y/N! I'm praying for you!"

"Sorry man."

"You can do this! I believe in you."

"Don't fail."

"You all suck!"

As Y/N gave his former classmates the finger, they all left laughing, shutting the door behind them. "Now, if you remembered, you have a test today Y/N. And since it is just you and I, there are no distractions. Come forward and grab your test." Sighing in frustration, Y/N stood up from his desk and lazily walked up to her desk. "Remember, you have until the end of class as well as after school to finish." Nodding, Y/N looked down at the paper and was quick to notice the staple in the corner. 'Of course it's a packet. Why wouldn't it be?' Taking the packet, Y/N walked back to his seat and sat down. "Now then, you may begin."
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"Seeing as how you have yet to finish up... you will be coming after school I assume?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I mean, on the multiple choice I'm fine because I can guess."

"...Okay then. I will see you after school. And I... hope you have a good day."

"Uh... you too Ms. Yumi." As Y/N walked away, Yumi had found herself staring at him. Mainly at one area. Once Yumi watched him shut the door, she quickly let out a long, tired sigh. With each passing day it was getting harder and harder for her to not give in. However, when the final bell rung she knew she would get her chance then and there. "He certainly reminds me of one of my students back in Japan. He truly hated me, but after one day of persuasion, I got him to love me. Sadly, he fell for her instantly. Thankfully she isn't here to take Y/N from me." Getting up from her desk, Yumi unlocked one of her drawers and took out a long piece of green paper and tape. She then walked over to the door, locked it, and taped the green paper on to the window of the door. "The last thing I need is for someone spilling anything about me."
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"So, how was class with Ms. Y-"

"I will drop you if you don't move."

"Why are you so pissed?" Trey asked with a smirk.

"Because I had a damn test. What did you have? A walk in the park."

"Maybe we did, maybe we didn't."

"Fuck off Trey."

"Hehe... Seriously though, how was it?"

"It was... odd. I mean, when it's you and someone you don't like in a room, how are you really supposed to feel?"

"Yeah, I could only imagine."

"Imagine? Dude, you were in there with me!"

"I don't know what you mean. I have Mr. Green."

"You suck. Both of you. Wait..."

Y/N then looked up towards the ceiling before sighing in anguish. He was in so much of a hurry to leave Ms. Yumi's classroom that he had forgot to grab both his binder and his folder. Knowing Ms. Yumi, she most likely has them inside of her drawers. "Shit. I gotta go get my stuff from Yumi's room. Can you guys tell Mr. K that I'm getting my things?"

"Sure man. Just don't die."

"I might. That way I don't have to have her class again."

A/N: Part 1 of ???