It was the last week of school at Lakeview High.

For the students, this was the best week of the school year. Final exams were over, and Summer vacation and graduation were right around the corner. The hallways were filled with students making plans for the upcoming break.

But for Daryl, the last week of school only meant chaos.

With the senior class graduating, the incoming freshman class, and the thousands of transcripts he had to sort through and file, he was absolutely buried in paperwork, and would most likely be working until the end of June.

It didn't help that every day, dozens of students would come to him complaining about their grades, and begging him to fix them. Daryl told them repeatedly that he can't fix anyone's grades, and they would have to take it up with their teachers, but that didn't stop them from coming into his office every day.

Daryl had been working for 6 hours, and he hadn't even managed to make a dent in the amount of paperwork he had.

As he sat at his desk, scowling at the several large piles of paper that littered his desk, he couldn't help but feel a sense of impending dread.

"So, this is all I'm going to be doing for the next month, huh...?" he whispers to himself, letting out a soft groan and letting his head rest on the wooden surface of the desk.

Just then, Daryl heard the door to his office open. He didn't bother to look up, assuming that it was just one of his students coming in to complain about their grades again.

"For the last time, I can't fix your grades... You're going to have to talk to your teacher-" he finally looks up from his desk to see that the person standing in the doorway isn't a student, but his boyfriend.

"Oh... hey. What are you doing here?" Daryl asks, tilting his head slightly. He didn't expect them to be here, especially not at this hour, however, it's a nice surprise to see them.