Avdol hummed softly as he took his beloved red ink pen to grade a few assignments. All the other students have gone home, which means he was totally alone. Well, not for long.

Jean softly knocked on the door and opened it. Avdol glances at the silver haired man leaning on the doorframe, and approaches him.

"Well if it isn't Mr. Polnareff. What happened to putting your hair up?"

Avdol giggles softly. Jean looked away and blushes, it was getting hard to hide the bouquet of flowers he had just bought for Avdol.