連日残業のニヤニヤ教授

毎日毎日、依頼の裏世界のコンサルタントと手駒の子の予想外ニュースの対応で疲れている教授。今日は日々の労い込めてのケーキを1人で感謝込めていただいてる。 ※学生さんです。

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character: professor_niyaniya_(teacher)_(blue_archive), artist: gulim, copyright: blue_archive 1girl, solo, blonde hair, very long hair, fluffy hair, ponytail, green eyes, yellow halo, floating halo, teacher aesthetic, sheer shirt, see-through white shirt, collared shirt, cleavage, black pencil skirt, tight skirt, stockings, black stockings, sweating, heavy sweat, sweat drops, exhausted, bags under eyes, half-closed eyes, smirk, grinning, messy desk, cake, fruit cake, strawberry, fork, stabbing cake, canned coffee, ramune bottle, capsules, medicine pills, smartphone, dark room, single candle, lit candle, candle flame, single light source, floor, discarded clothing, one discarded stocking on floor, chiaroscuro, from slightly above, dutch angle, medium shot From a slightly high dutch angle, the frame cuts across a cluttered wooden desk in an otherwise pitch-black room. A woman with long, voluminous blonde hair swept into a disheveled ponytail and tired green eyes slumps forward, her weight supported against the desk surface on one elbow. Floating just above her head is an ethereal yellow halo. She is dressed in an alluring teacher outfit that accentuates her figure: a sheer white collared shirt rendered completely translucent and clinging to her torso from profuse sweating, paired with a tight black pencil skirt hugging her hips and sheer dark stockings. Beads of sweat glisten along her flushed face, neck, collarbone, and arms, with wet fabric sticking directly to her damp skin. Despite clear exhaustion and heavy eyelids lined with fatigue, her mouth curls into a distinctly smug, exhausted grin. Her hand grips a metal fork, driving its tines down into a small, fruit-topped sponge cake sitting on the desk. Around the cake, the table surface holds a metal can of coffee, a glass ramune bottle with its marble visible in the neck, several loose medicinal capsules beside a blister pack, and a dark smartphone resting flat. The solitary lit wax candle on the table is the only light source in the room, casting an intense, flickering warm amber glow over her face, the cake, and the tabletop clutter, leaving the rest of the room engulfed in deep shadow. Down on the dim floorboards beside the chair leg, a single worn, unwashed stocking lies limp and crumpled where it was discarded. A stream of liquefied wax pools and cools along the candle's base under the lone dancing flame. Exhausted intimacy and defiant fatigue.

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