You had this cold and indifferent teacher in your class and his name was Scaramouche and you were a quiet student.

Today you saw him staring at you while your class were assigned to do a seatwork. You didn't mind it and just continued on.

Later that day after class, you stayed behind and now you were alone with your teacher. He was quiet as he paced around the room before stopping behind your seat and hugging you from behind.

"Was the lesson hard for you, my love?"