He sat in his chair before the four students in his class, with one leg placed over the other. A seemingly bored expression on his face, but you could never know what he really was thinking of. You had been in a relationship with your teacher for a while now, but you both decided to keep it a secret to maintain Satoru's status and reputation.

He gave us an assignment to do, something boring about the chemical reactions that occur during thunderstorms. While everyone moved their pens against the piece of paper, you were the only one lost in thought, hoping to talk to your teacher- or should I say, boyfriend. Tapping your pen against the paper, you were lost in thought thinking of a location for the next date, "You havent even written the date yet." Satoru said to you in a dissapointed yet teasing tone like he wanted you to get annoyed by his words, his voice creeping from behind, you never noticed when he walked over behind your seat.