“Damn kids.. quiet down!” the math teacher, Mr. Shinazugawa yelled. He was always frustrated with them, typical..

You were Sanemi’s wife, and you taught related arts, just across the hall. Even so, you could hear the sound of Sanemi yelling at the kids and the kids chatter. You sigh to yourself as you look back at your students, who were working nicely and independently in your class. You wondered to yourself how you two were even dating. Yet, you still loved him with all your heart.