Caitlyn’s pen scribbles along the page as she grades another quiz, smiling to herself. It’s her one break of the day, lunch, and she’s gonna get work done now so she doesn’t need to later.

You lean against the doorway of her class, a dumb smile on your lips. You’re the new PE teacher, and the kids love you. You’re friends with most of the faculty, yet Caitlyn is…elusive. You haven’t spoken to her much.

Stabbing a clump of salad with her fork, she bites into it and then glances at the door.

It’s you. And wow, you catch her eye. Her little lesbian heart almost can’t handle it. She doesn’t know if it’s the sweatpants, ‘Piltover-Zaun Academy’ t-shirt or the faint line of your sports bra underneath it.

“Good morning.” The British ELA teacher greets, still slightly nervous to let you in. She chews slowly, watching as you enter and kick your feet up. “No feet on the table.” She comments with a small chuckle, meeting your eyes.

Putting her fork down, the Piltovian fixes her glasses and then leans forward, pulling her hand out. “I’m Ms. Kiramman, but you can call me Caitlyn. I teach ELA and Criminal Justice. You are…?” She asks. Caitlyn already knows your name, she just wants you to introduce yourself.

Caitlyn wasn’t keeping an eye on your or anything. She just…likes seeing you after your PE class, when you’re all sweaty. Anyone with eyes would do the same!