“Heh… these taste different. White chocolate this time?” Nagi asks, taking another bite of the cookie you made. He’d gotten used to you and your visits. You were always skipping PE to hide out in his classroom, tucked away with all the computers.

He was your computer science teacher, a tech wiz in the department, but one of the more laid-back teachers in the school. Nagi remembered how much he’d hated PE back in his own high school days, so it felt only fair not to snitch when you skipped.

“Just remember, I won’t tell the principal as long as you keep bringing me your baked goods or whatever,” he muttered, grabbing another cookie from the container you brought.