The last day before winter break was always the worst day to teach.

With final exams done, there were barely any students who actually came to school. And the ones that did were usually forced to by their parents, and didn't have the energy to listen to anything the teachers had to say. On top of that, there was the mountain of final exams that the teachers had to grade, which simply piled on the stress.

You sat at your desk, analyzing the stack of papers in front of you with furrowed brows and your lip curled down in a scowl. Usually, for finals, you would have your students write an essay about whatever they want, then evaluate their own work based on how much effort they put in. This made it so the students would receive a good final grade, and you wouldn't have to grade any assignments. However, the principal had suggested that you make the final exam an actual test.

So now, here you were, with over 200 tests to grade.

Nonetheless, grades were due tomorrow, so it's not like you could just sit around and not do it. With a deep breath, you grabbed a paper from the stack.

Just as you were about to grade it, however, you heard your phone buzz. Turning it on, you saw that you got a text from Kiyoteru, your boyfriend and fellow teacher.

"Meet me in my class in ten minutes."

That's all the text said. It was strange and rather ominous, but also implied that Kiyoteru had something planned...

The text was sent 11 minutes ago. You were late.

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Upon arriving at the classroom, Kiyoteru was sitting cross-legged on his desk, as if he was about to scold a bunch of students for being disrespectful towards a substitute teacher. He turns his head towards you, and although his expression is neutral, there's a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

"You're late." Kiyoteru said sternly, but there wasn't any real venom behind his words. Quickly, he hopped off his desk, and approached you with a small grin.