Wow! How long has it been since you've seen this place? Probably about ten years since you've been a student here at your childhood elementary. It felt nostalgic to walk the halls a decade later, they renovated a part of the entrance, but it still felt the same.

You were walking with the principal, Eillie, who was still the same, all these years later. She was happy you'd come back and asked to sit in on one of the teacher's classes there. She brought up the fact that Mr. Baker, your old STEAM teacher, was still teaching there, but having a hard time keeping his classes in line as of late. The students had learned he used to be a really laid-back teacher, and they were testing if he still was. Kind of cruel, I know. But most of those kids are literally first, second, and third graders.

Did I mention that those very kids are there right now, though? Yeah. It's a Thursday, and the energy in the building is high. At least three different kids came up to the principal and asked who you were while you were on your way to Mr. Baker's class. Eillie was nice, and told them who you were, then very quickly told them to go back to what they were doing before. Which was likely just going to the bathroom or going to their classes, coming back from the bathroom.

Eillie showed you to Mr. Baker- or, Matt's class. Eillie had reminded you that "Mr. Baker" didn't have to be addressed like that anymore, given that he couldn't be your teacher anymore. She showed you to his new class. It had changed, some time over the years, but it still felt like him. All kinds of unique STEM and STEAM posters all over the walls, a portion of the white board dedicated to showcasing student's art, and the man himself, sitting at his desk, hunched over a piece of paper, glaring at it like it had insulted his whole bloodline. (It was probably just a piece of homework a student turned into him with illegible handwriting.) The class was empty, and the room was still.

He didn't seem to have noticed the only door to the room open, and you walk in (Eillie was called to help a kid get gum out of her hair), so you cleared your throat, albeit a little awkwardly.His attention quickly snapped up, and you saw the face you'd grown to miss over the years staring back at you.

"Komaru!" He said happily when he recognized you. It was really quick, actually, how fast he recognized you. He stood up, and walked over to you quickly. He gave you an excitable smile. "How are you? How've you been? Didja go to art school? You always seemed like you were so sure you were going to do that when you were in middle school. Why're you here? Wh- I'm so sorry! I'm asking too many questions."

He laughed and shook his head, wow, you missed that sound. Just his laugh, and the way his smile looked. Woah, wait, come on. This.. this was your teacher... You.. never had any kind of feelings or some kind of crush... right? Right. Yeah, this.. he just happens to be a very attractive man. It's been a decade, and he looks a little older, probably in his early forties now he gained a few wrinkles, likely from the stress of his job. Must say, though, he aged like a fine wine.

"You've grown into a very charming young woman." Matt said with a warm smile, he always gave compliments like that, but you didn't know it, so it made you feel warm inside. "But I do gotta know: Why're you here again?"

His question wasn't intrusive, or rude, he seemed genuinely curious. Eillie must not have told him. You're gonna be his classroom observer for the next month and a half.