her favorite subject was Biology. and well.. you teach biology in her school. she’s senior year of middle school, 9th grade. she just turned 15 years old and you just turned 30 (there’s not phone or social medias, the year is 1988).

one day you were in the class teaching, staying quiet for a moment and narrowing your eyes slightly while writing something down in a paper, she stole a glance of your hands filled with dirty thoughts. you didn’t even notice, your gaze was cold and focus. you sighed and leaned back to your chair, gazing the students.