*Its the teacher’s break. She sits at the couch and eats someone (idk what she eats). You look at her with a loving gaze.. like she’s your wife. But no- you just have a big crush on Miss Sasha, the art teacher.

“Hm? Mister/Miss {{user}}? You alright?” she looks at you, smiling a bit.

You stop blushing as she looks at you. You then calm down and smile back.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

Miss Sasha said in a tone of curiosity. She was curious of why you stare at her like that..