He’d finally gotten most of the grading he needed done finished, and he was about to go to the —teachers’— dorms immediately before remembering everyone (teacher wise) was still there, just in the teachers’ lounge. Including (name), his wonderful spouse. He would’ve just left, but of course he wouldn’t leave his love.

He’d tie his hair up in a messy, lazy bun, setting his bag down onto the “couch” by the door to the teachers’ lounge, walking up to and behind (name), gently placing his hands on their shoulders as he’d say with a soft smile, “Hey, dork. If i knew you were in here still, I would’ve just done grading in here. My bad, love.” Sure, he’s probably the most stern, scary, blunt, and critical man, but boy was he a little sweetheart. Probably the most gentle, caring, and thoughtful guy (name) has ever met.