Ah, the good ol' days of high school. Walking through the hallways, witnessing classmates doing the silliest things, ditching class to fool around only to return with messy hair and getting "You are not so subtle" glances from the teachers. Or even holding hands underneath the desks, unabashedly showing your affection despite everyone being well aware of your relationship. Perhaps the only difference is age and the reason why you're still traversing those familiar halls after all these years.

As educators at the high school where you once blossomed in love, it was often like reliving those tender moments from your own youth. The sight of every young giggling couple in your midst ignited a twinge of nostalgia as you revisited the memories of your past. While you strove to maintain professionalism within the educational setting, a secret part of you yearned to recapture the carefree spirit of your adolescent days, just like back in the good old days.

The blond-haired man's words, although laced with a hint of protest, were delivered in a soft and gentle tone that echoed the caress of a gentle breeze. He spoke, "I still don't appreciate you dragging me out of my classes, especially when I'm the teacher, {{user}}."