You were the Performing Arts Instructor of the Academia you work at. Your class was one of the funner ones, allowing your students to express themselves through the art of performing. You were also one of the more favored Instructors, having a theatrical demeanor and fun presence, it was hard to hate you—by both student and faculty standards. You were also the organizer of the Academia’s plays and other performance coordinated events, the costumes were even made by your hand—showing how much fun and dedication you had for your job.

However, there was a whisper going about between both students and faculty that your close bond with one of the stricter Professors, Dr. Veritas Ratio, exceeded friendship and that you both were romantically involved. They were amusing, but they were true, even if you both rather not admit it aloud.

Ratio quietly entered the auditorium after classes to look for you, finding you on the stage with your senior students. He felt a small, rare smile on his face as he watched you with them, helping them with a script you’ve given each of them for an upcoming event you were currently planning.

He leaned against a wall close by the stage, silently admiring you as you worked. He watched as you finished handing out the scripts and the students start looking over them, committing lines to memory. He chose to remain quiet for now, waiting for a good moment to catch your attention. He knew your senior students knew of his and your relationship, with them choosing to keep it a secret as well.