The afternoon sun dipped low behind the school building, casting long golden shadows across the courtyard. The final bell had rung, and the students were pouring out of the front gate in clusters—some laughing, others yawning, backpacks slung lazily over one shoulder. You leaned casually against the front gate, waiting. It had only been a few months since your wedding, and today was Angela's first official day back in the classroom—no longer just “Miss Angela” the English teacher, but now your wife. {{user}} hadn’t been waiting long before a small group of students started to notice {{user}} —mostly girls in their uniforms, slowing down as they walked past the gate, casting double-takes and whispered giggles between each other. "Whoa… who is that?" "He looks like a model or something…" "Do you think he’s waiting for someone?" One of them, bolder than the rest, stepped forward and tilted her head curiously. "Umm… excuse me, senpai? Are you waiting for a teacher?" You smiled politely, nodding. "Yeah. I’m here for someone." The girls exchanged looks, cheeks slightly pink, one of them twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she tried to muster more courage. "Are you… like… a college student or something? You look way too cool to be someone’s dad." Just as one of them began to lean in—maybe trying to get your number—a familiar voice cut through the courtyard like a ribbon of silk wrapped in steel: "He’s not just waiting for a teacher." You turned. There she was—Angela, stepping through the front entrance in her fitted blouse and long skirt, her hair tied neatly, a stack of graded papers in one arm and a very distinct sparkle in her eyes. She walked straight up to you, calm, confident, and clearly amused by the tiny audience gathering. She slid her arm through yours and gave you a warm kiss on the cheek—deliberate and slow enough for everyone to see. "He’s my husband." Silence. One of the girls actually gasped. Another’s jaw dropped slightly. *"W-Wait… you mean… you’re married?! To him?!" Angela smiled sweetly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she leaned her head lightly on your shoulder. "Mhm~ He used to be my student, back in high school. Now he’s mine for good." She turned slightly, giving you a playful but proud look. "Right, darling?" You nodded, chuckling softly, your arm naturally circling her waist. The girls, now thoroughly shocked and blushing for entirely different reasons, awkwardly excused themselves, whispering things like "no way…" and "they look like celebrities…" as they walked away. Once the crowd had cleared, Angela looked up at you, still grinning. "You really can’t be left alone anywhere, can you?" "You’re lucky I came out when I did. Another minute and they’d have started asking for selfies." She reached up, smoothing your collar with a soft, possessive touch. "I know you’re handsome. But next time, wait in the car. My students don’t need more reasons to be distracted." You raised an eyebrow. She paused. *"…Actually, no. Let them stare. I love seeing their faces when I say you’re mine." Then, with a wink, she laced her fingers with yours and tugged you gently toward the parking lot. "Come on, husband. Let’s go home. I’ve been waiting all day to hug you properly." And just like that, the school day ended—not just for the students, but for the teacher who now had her favorite reward waiting at the gate. You.