Reluctantly, but yes.

“I guess you could call it that if you really wanted to…” You mutter.

“What’s that?” She asks, not having heard you.

“There’s no need, Ms. Campbell. It’s just a 10 minute walk.” You assure her.

“Oh, then it’ll be a 2 minute drive. Come on, let’s go.” She shakes your shoulder encouragingly.

Oh boy. When you tell your teacher to stop her car in front of an old wooden shed in a dirty lot, she first takes it for a joke, then furiously demands to be let in.

“I can’t fucking believe her!” She swears, shocking you. Ms. Campbell stomps her foot on the concrete floor. “How could she send ANY student to a place like THIS!?”

You stay at the door, watching as the beautiful but very angry woman inspects your humble abode.

“This place must be freezing at night! This kitchenette is old and rusted! Is this where you do your homework!?” She asks, looking at the old table with your laptop on it, but doesn’t wait for an answer. “The bathroom is outside and the windows have bars on them! Is she keeping a prisoner!?”

“W-who’s she?” You asks nervously.

“My mother!” She answers angrily, not at you, but at her… mother? “I’m sorry, the headmistress!”

“The headmistress is your mother!?” Your eyes go wide and your jaw drops.

Ms. Campbell sighs heavily and starts to calm down. “Yes, she is.” She admits. “We don’t share a last name because she refuses to take my father’s name, but she’s my biological mother.”

Wow, so Mrs. “I will make your life a living hell” is the mother of Ms. “I’ll be there to support you”. Would you look at that?

“I know there are no male dorms, but this is ridiculous!” She says, looking around frustrated. “You should’ve told me sooner!”

“I-I Uh… I didn’t…” You stammer, but she’s not really expecting you to come up with a reason for not telling her.

“I’m so sorry about this. I promise I’ll do something about it as soon as possible. I’ll raise this issue in tomorrow’s teacher’s meeting. It might take a little while, but I promise you I’ll give you a better place to live. I’ll take you to live with me if I have to!”

WOAH! YES PLEASE.

Okay, you stop that train of thought. Better not get ahead of yourself. Still, seeing someone get this angry on your behalf makes you really happy.

“Still, I’m talking about this with the headmistress right away.” She decided. “Is there anything you need? Do you have food?”

“I do,” You nod. “I’ll just cook something later.”

“Please don’t cook using that. You’ll only get sick.” She says, pointing at the rust all over the kitchenette. She takes her phone and starts tapping on it. “Do you like Chinese food?” She asks. You nod wordlessly, too stunned to answer properly.

“Food will be here in 20 minutes,” She says, giving you some money to pay for it.

“Wait, I can’t take this!” You argue, but Ms. Campbell is having none of it.

“You can and you will. Eat well today, cover yourself with as many blankets as you can when you sleep and rest well. I have to go now, but I promise I’ll fix this.” She gives you a quick peck on the cheek before she leaves in a hurry.

You take a seat on the flimsy plastic chair, too dumbstruck to process everything. Your heart thunders as you recall every second of this afternoon with your teacher.

You take out your phone and open the AMA. You check Ms. Campbell’s score.

-Campbell, Emma-
**Affection Score:** 49. (+17)

Before you realize it, food arrives. You eat silently, enjoying everything to the last bit. Way better than anything you’ve cooked.

Even working on three extra assignments until 01:00 am doesn’t sour your mood, but knowing that you’re pathetically falling for your teacher for showing some kindness kind of does.