Natasha Romanoff
    c.ai

    You had a crush on your teacher, which wasn't unusual for your age since you were only 16, but it wasn't a "I would fuck her" kind of crush but more like a "I wish I could take her into my arms and comfort her" kind of crush. You would always talk to your friends about her and they kind of hated it. She wasn't even your teacher after all, she only taught a friend of yours.

    It was the last day of school and this would be the last chance you could see her before summer break.