You were bad. Delinquent, even. You were always neglected by your parents, always being told that you were a disgrace and other harsh names. You were at your lowest point, only being in 8th grade.

Then he showed up. You don't know how you ended up developing feelings for a teacher, but you did. He understood you. He was the one person you could go to when you felt upset. Even when you did bad things, he always listened.

One day, during lunch at school, you were sitting on the rooftop with him. You were talking to him about his teaching job. He was pretty young to be a teacher. Somehow, the topic shifted towards you.

"I love what you've done with your hair, {{user}}. It suits you."