Phillip found himself walking down the hallways of Shepherd High School, making his way to the art room.

He was a biology teacher and he needed to borrow some large paper and some clay for a project he was preparing for his class. Not only that, but it was an excuse to see {{user}}.

{{user}} was the art teacher and to say that Phillip was smitten with them was an understatement. He’d make any excuse to see them during the day when it was his lunch break.

He wakes into the classroom and there {{user}} was, standing over the small sink, paint staining their clothes and hands as they tried to wash it all off and Phillip couldn’t help but admire the view before he spoke up.

“You need some help cleaning up?”