Hey guys, after the long absence apart from the odd drabbles every now and again, I have decided I would like to try and come back. I have been roleplaying as Tifa Lockhart for the past year and my muse for her is stronger than ever so I would love to try some good ol' CloTi but with a bit of a twist. I would like to warn you here, this story contains a studentxteacher relationship, it is A/U and there will be adult themes but I have chose to keep Tifa (the student) as eighteen years of age because I feel more comfortable with her being a more older student. I hope you guys will enjoy the story and I apologize for my discontinuation of 'Ruby Haired Beauty'. Send your reviews for this story and by all means chip a few ideas in if you have them and I may use them.

Disclaimer; these characters and game is not owned by me.

Beep, beep, beep, bee-

An outstretched hand smashed against the top of the alarm clock from underneath the covers as a grunt escaped an eighteen year old girl who was curled up in a fetal position below the sheets; 7.00am on the dot. Time to get moving for school.

A foot emerged from the bundle on the bed as it rested against the carpeted floor before the other joined it, the body in which they belonged to soon followed as the young woman sat up straight in her bed allowing the duvet to fall to the side of her. Drowsy eyes almost shut completely again but she knew she couldn't be late, rumour had it that there was a new gym teacher starting today and with that being her best subject, she needed to make sure said teacher knew about her and how serious she took certain things.

Tifa Lockhart was never one to stand in the spotlight, it was something she had always hated but when it came to her favourite subject, she didn't take a chance with anything that stood in her way-she knew what she wanted and she intended to get it.

When she was very young her Mother passed and at the age of fifteen her Father was murdered, however despite being at such a tender age, she had no choice but to run away and start a new life of her own. It had proven difficult and for too long she had been homeless although she had a job but she saved up as much as she could so she was able to rent out a small flat which she was allowed to decorate any way she wanted. After three years, she had finally gotten her life together, albiet on her own but she had an apartment to live in, a part time job and an education; she was going to be alright.

As she practically stumbled out of bed, she pulled the tie out of her hair allowing the raven strands to cascade down her back before she stripped off her pyjama bottoms and tank top in the doorway of her small bathroom which was connected to her bedroom and stepped into the shower.

Thoroughly washing her long locks which reached down just past the small of her back, she stepped out and dried herself off before walking back into her room to retrieve her school uniform which consisted of a black, plaid, thigh-high skirt, a cream over-sized cardigan with a patterned white frilly shirt underneath and a small red bow tie. Each student had their own individuality privilege to their uniforms, which meant they were allowed to wear either sweaters or cardigans in any neutral colour.

As she proceeded getting dressed and dried her hair, she began to sort her books out for the day. She knew she had gym first and that was why she wanted to get there as soon as possible to meet the new teacher; she was expecting a young woman in her late twenties with whom she could bond with, or should she say that was who she was hoping for.

Her morning ritual was exactly the same every morning yet she never learnt that getting up at 7:00am meant she would be late, grabbing a slice of bread and stuffing it in the toaster as she slipped on her thigh high socks and shoes, she saw the clock ticking out of the corner of her eye; wincing, she flicked the button on the side and grabbed her barely toasted bread before running out the door.

Luckily her school wasn't too far away so she managed to get there on foot rather quickly without managing to be late at all. As she passed through the front entrance of the school, a couple of greetings and morning's been shouted at her, she made her way quickly to the gym which was located at the furthest side of the high school. Midgar High was pretty decent considering it's location and it had a high reputation in which many students came out with successful grades, so it was definitely the school to be at.

Taking two steps at a time, she tried to catch her breath before she rather clumsily stumbled into the ground-raised gym. A string of curse words escaped from her mouth as she bit her lip at the bruise she could practically feel forming on her arm from where she bashed it on the wall.

The male who was shooting balls into the basket at the other end of the large room inclined his head to the commotion which had caught his attention, a slight smirk making it's way to his lips as he realized she was wearing a uniform meaning she must have been one of his first students. As he approached the younger girl who was fiddling with something in her backpack, not noticing him coming closer, he cleared his throat making ruby hues snap up to meet Mako ones.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she gazed up at the tall, attractive blonde with unruly spiky hair and a slight sheen from what must have been a morning work out. His shirt made his muscled defined against it making a light rosy hue dust the apples of her cheeks as she glanced away and bowed her head. "You must be new here, I don't think I've seen you around before, my names Tifa. We actually have a new teacher today so I got here early to meet them."

"Ah, so you're one of my students," a deep voice rumbled out in a throaty tone as her head snapped up and stared at him agape; no, he couldn't be. He was much too young, wasn't he? "It's a pleasure to meet you, Tifa. Call me, Mr. Strife."

He was twenty-two at the least was the last thing that went through her mind as she turned away and made a run towards her locker. Just what was wrong with her?!