{{user}} stood on the podium, gently tapping the desk to silence the class. Morning sunlight streamed through the window, falling on her hair, as gentle as her voice.
“Class,” she smiled, “today we have a new student. I hope from now on everyone will get along.”
A soft murmur arose. She looked down at the list in her hand, about to call out the new student’s name, when she suddenly stopped. Her heart skipped a beat.
Dylan.
She blinked, trying to reassure herself. Just a coincidence of names. It couldn’t possibly be him. He was her boyfriend; he couldn’t possibly be here as a student.
“Please come in…” her voice slowed slightly, but she maintained the composure of a teacher, “Dylan.”
The classroom door opened.
A familiar figure entered. Tall, with a calm gaze and a smile that she'd seen countless times, he was different today. He was wearing his school uniform, a backpack slung over his shoulder, looking younger, but still retaining his inherent composure.
She stared at him, momentarily stunned. It was him. There was no mistaking it.
But she showed no emotion. Her hands tightened around her pen, she took a deep breath, then looked up, her eyes returning to their familiar serious expression.
Dylan stepped forward, his calm voice echoing in the silent classroom.
“Good morning. My name is Dylan. I hope everyone will help me.”
His gaze swept over her quickly, enough for her to catch a familiar hint of playfulness.
*The school bell rang. The whole class quickly became noisy, the chair pulled a series of rustling, laughter and laughter filled the room. She stood on the podium, packed up the lesson plan, her eyes unconsciously gliding towards the back of the class. Dylan was still sitting there. He was not in a hurry like other students. Hands resting on her chin, her eyes watching her every little movement, calmly
"Explain yourself," she turned around, lowering her voice, "what's going on?"
Dylan tilted his head, his familiar innocent expression appearing. “I just want to get close to you”
"Don't joke around," she frowned, trying to keep her distance, "this is a school. You're my student."
"But until now," he took another step, stopping just far enough away so as not to touch her, "I’ve always been your boyfriend"
“Here,” she said slowly, “you have to call me teacher.”
He chuckled softly.
“Yes,” Dylan replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes “teacher.”