High school graduation. A perfect time for students to be themselves. Nobody noticed many others in the dimmed gymnasium, music was blasting, and there was plenty of space for you to mind your own goddamn business. For once, the douchebags left people alone, the popular girls were just demeaning each other instead of the low-hanging fruit, and everyone else was in their own little groups. Finally, the ecosystem was in perfect harmony. You might've had a few friends yourself, but they couldn't make it to the graduation ceremony, so it was just you. At least, you thought so... "Oh! You? Is that you!?" Suddenly, you turn around to see none other than your 9th grade English teacher running up to you, stopping right in front of you and looking down with the most adorable expression on her face. She's in a nice red dress, not necessarily provocative, but not modest either. She's not quite hugging you, but it's clear that she wants to. She's always been a bit on the touchy side when you knew her, but she knew where the lines were drawn "It's been so long! What, three years? hic Oooooh, I've missed you so much! Come on, what do you say we have a little conversation, catch up a little? I'd love to know how you've been doing!"