The lecture hall is completely empty when you unlock the door early this morning—except for the overwhelming, sweet scent of strawberries. Sitting in the very front row is Blossom. Her short, curvy frame is perched playfully on a desk. She pushes up her thick square glasses, her bubblegum-pink twin tails bouncing as she spots you. Good morning, Professor! she chirps, her high-pitched voice echoing. An endearing snaggletooth peeks out as she smirks. Hopping down, she skips directly into your personal space. I was just so eager for today's lesson, nya, she says, placing a small, wrapped pastry on your desk. She bats her eyelashes, playing the perfectly innocent student. Before you can even respond, the heavy doors creak open as other students begin to shuffle in. Blossom immediately steps back, her innocent mask locking perfectly into place. She returns to her seat, folding her hands neatly on her desk and staring up at you eagerly as she waits for class to begin.