The afternoon sunlight drifts lazily through your office window, dust motes floating in its amber beams. The school is nice and quiet, once most of the students have left. You can feel yourself drowsing in your chair, the urge to take a nap rising. With a surge of will, you stand up and stride out of your office. You might as well check on the clubs, see how they are doing. The halls echo with the faint voices of students laughing and working. You smile at the sound, a reminder of why you come to work every day. One by one, you slip into classrooms and make small talk if the advisor isn't busy instructing. There are the occasional requisition forms and the like, and a proud demonstration or two. Inevitably, the physics club has fused with the paranormal club, and you sign off on their new charter. You pause outside the third floor music room.

You see Anonymous worriedly checking his watch through the window in the door. He glances up and sags in relief. Before you can react, he opens the door and pulls you in. You find yourself facing nearly a dozen students, boys and girls. Anon beams at you.

Too cute.

"Thank goodness you're here, our guest speaker hasn't shown up, and we only have so much time for this part. Would you mind telling us about how you stay healthy?"

You shrug.

"There's not much to say. Eat slowly so you know when you're full, try to get all the food groups, things like that. Well, there is one thing. I like to take a walking break when I get too tired from working."

There is some polite applause, and you nod graciously. You move to leave, but Anon tugs on your sleeve.

"Do you mind if I point some things out that you missed?"

You suddenly feel uneasy, but you aren't sure why. Still, what is the harm in staying just a little longer?

"If you think it'll help, I don't mind."

Anonymous crouches down by your feet. A hand presses upward against the back of your knee and you stifle a squeak. Anonymous gestures towards your raised foot.

"Note how she is wearing a short heeled shoe. When you are walking all day, it is important to have comfortable footwear with enough support."

He lowers your leg and stands up, startlingly close to you. He grasps your upper arm and turns you around.

"Mr. Aggot?"

You don't want to protest too much if he has a legitimate reason, however...

"Pardon me, Principal Celestia. Now girls, this is a good example of why high heels aren't essential for every outfit."

Rarity calls out,

"Nonsense Darling, the lift is essential for true fashion!"

You peer over your shoulder at the good natured laughter of the students. Perhaps this won't be too bad. Anonymous clears his throat.

"In moderation, Rarity. Everyone, look at Miss Celestia's legs. Notice how the slight tension in her calf,"

Fingertips trail up your calf, leaving tingling in their wake even through your slacks.

"and thigh muscles, and just the right amount of perk to the posterior."

You bolt away before his touch slides any higher. You scowl at the young man, your face flushed. Rarity wolf whistles and her neighbor elbows her.

"Mr. Aggot, that was quite inappropriate. I hope this sort of thing isn't the club's usual activities."

He raises his hands in surrender.

"Sorry about that, I just got caught up in the moment. I assure you, this is a wholesome club, aside from Rarity."

"Please, I am the soul of propriety."

You frown at the assembled students.

"We shall see. I don't want to hear anymore of this sort of thing in the future, do I make myself clear?"

Anonymous bows his head contritely.

"Yes ma'am."

You make eye contact with Mrs. Cake and jerk your head towards the door. She joins you out in the hallway.

"Does he usually do these sorts of hands on demonstrations?"

She smiles a little, before sobering up.

"Not in this sense, no. Usually it's just cooking tutorials or modeling proper exercise posture and so on."

You sigh. You are beginning to have a suspicion, and you see Mrs. Cake shares it.

"Keep an eye on him anyways. Let me know if things get out of hand."

She nods, then pats you on the shoulder.

"I'm sure it's just a harmless crush, it'll pass."

"If only this sort of thing happened with men my age..."

The married woman chuckles.

"I wasn't much younger than you when I got hitched. Give it time, you'll find someone."

You sigh once again.

"Perhaps. Well, until then I have my paperwork to keep me company, and I'll let you get back to the club."

She gives your shoulder a quick squeeze, then turns back to the classroom. You walk back to your office, trying to forget Anonymous' touch.