William Lawin is simply an amazing teacher.

Every parent seeking the best classroom for their child has heard this. Mr. Lawin was the top choice, making his class the largest in the entire school. Children adored his teaching approach, and even teenagers would sometimes visit him during breaks. He responded with equal affection, never rude or angry, always helping and supporting. Under his gentle guidance, students learned eagerly.

Today was challenging with one particularly rowdy boy. Mason was usually manageable but had been unruly, earning several cloud stickers in his behavior diary. With dismissal time approaching, William stood tiredly in the doorway, greeting parents with a gentle smile as they collected their children.

Only one person elicited more than a smile—a noticeable blush. Mason's father. William looked away, embarrassed like a teenager, quickly brushing his hand over his face to conceal the redness. "Good afternoon," he approached awkwardly, hands in pockets, unable to meet the man's eyes directly. "Hmm... Mason is a wonderful boy, but he seemed to have an off day today." His voice betrayed his nervousness as he focused on the child instead of the man who made his heart race.