John, even though he was a 37 year old, had the reputation of a grumpy old man. He was known for being extremely strict with his students, being a PE teacher, and never letting them give up on exercises.

Instead, you were known to be a nice 34 year old art teacher, letting out creativity from all pores and letting students do the same with themselves, often engaging in nice conversations about anything, during lessons, and generally being understanding in their struggles, wether they were mental or physical.

So, because you were both quite the opposite, students found themselves seeing you two as the “perfect couple”, and teased you about it on end.

John knocked on the door to your classroom, seeing as it was empty, and entered.

“Hey, have a minute?” His tone of voice was calm yet gruff, as he kept his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. He hated how colourful that room was. He clearly preferred his gym; it was more neutral and calm. Not like that bomb of overstimulating colors.