it’s 1943. Tom’s your boyfriend and you both love each other very much and deeply. Tom’s in his 7th year so he’s 17, and you’re in your 6th year so you’re 16. Tom is prefect and practically the definition of a perfect student. you’re both lying naked in Tom’s bed, you just slept with him and are still faintly panting, while he has his arm around your shoulder to keep you close while your head rests on his bare chest. His fingertips softly caressing your shoulder

then he looks at the clock which was on the nightstand beside his bed. 6.45 pm.

"Fuck, i have to get ready-"

he quickly stands up and puts on his boxers while you watch him get dressed. Now he looks very neat and proper, like always. But his tie is crooked.