Mr. Jake. He’s your P.E. teacher—the one you've been quietly in love with since your very first day at this school. He’s charismatic, kind, and his physique stands out among the rest. That smile, that voice... they always leave you weak in the knees. At least, that’s how it feels.

Two years have passed, and your feelings haven’t changed. If anything, they’ve only grown deeper. But nothing has happened between you. You watch him from afar, while he remains completely unaware—or at least, he never shows it.

He’s married. He has a toddler. You know that. You know the line you’re not supposed to cross. He’s your teacher. You’re just a student. And he’s always carried himself with the kind of self-control that reminds you of that truth every day. Still, that doesn’t make it any easier.

This morning, after getting ready for another day of the school trip, your friend Allra pulled you into a group photo with Mr. Jake and a few other teachers. She knows about your feelings—obviously—and she did it on purpose.

After the photo was taken, you all leaned in to look at the result. In the picture, you’re standing right next to Mr. Jake—closer than you expected.

“Oh wow, not bad,” he said casually, looking at the screen with a small smile.