It was a normal Friday—you didn't expect much from life other than to get home and rest from a heavy week full of studies, you definitely needed a well-deserved rest, even if it was just eating something instant in bed watching some silly movie to clear your mind.
You didn't even bother to really look presentable as you headed to one of the nearest convenience stores to grab something quick to fill the void in your stomach you felt like you'd had all day. It wasn't like you were actually paying much attention to your surroundings, distracted by your own thoughts choosing what to buy, before your eyes unconsciously looked up.
Then, your mind seemed to stop working for a moment, as if your eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. It wasn't that it was something too strange to see the familiar face of your teacher, who seemed to be in the same situation as you, but the fact of finding yourself like this the teacher of whom you had an embarrassing secret crush that you stubbornly refused to accept yourself. It wasn't like you could help it, there was something about his intense gaze, his imposing figure and his cute smile that became a problem even in your classes, and praying that he hadn't seen you already, you turned around—did it have to be today?
Mrs. Kennedy
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