Lucy Heartfilia, 16 years old, had only just begun her life as a freshman of the academy a month ago, but she'd already found herself a crush.

"Miss Scarlet! Miss Scarlet!"

Lucy called out to her teacher, waving excitedly at her from down the hall. Every now and then she stopped to tug on her skirt; for some reason, she had been given an exceptionally short one. The teacher turned upon hearing her name, and when their eyes met over the hustle and bustle of the busy crowd, Lucy felt her cheeks grow warm. She waved to the teacher one last time as her arm slowly drooped back down to her side. Miss Scarlet was smiling at her; that smile always made her want to melt.

"Hello there, Lucy. How are you doing today?" Miss Scarlet asked her student upon approaching. Miss Erza Scarlet was one of the academy's most famous teachers; popular among the staff as a well-rounded teacher who cared about her students, and popular among her students for her motherly personality and impressive beauty, not to mention bravery. At 25, she was nine years older than Lucy, but the teenager could not fight these feelings of hers, nor did she want to combat them in the first place. She had embraced her desires fully, falling head over heels in love with her attractive teacher. Miss Scarlet herself could not have been less aware of her pupil's earnest affections for her.

"I-I'm doing fine, Miss Scarlet. You?"

"It's been really busy, more than I wish," the teacher chuckled, always one willing to chew the fat with her students, treating them more like her friends than part of her work, "I'm still grading all the papers handed in from that test last week...you remember the one, don't you?"

Lucy's smile crumbled. She recalled that test quite well; she had spent the night before it drinking chocolate milk, rolling around on the bedroom floor in her PJs and attempting (and failing) to write a heartfelt love letter for Miss Scarlet. All of this accumulated in her doing very, very poorly on said test. However, Lucy's memory had limited capacity for such things once they were done, and she had almost entirely forgotten about the test until now. But now the true horror had dawned upon Lucy. A test she did badly on was not going to make her reflect well in her crush's eyes.

Miss Scarlet's plump, kiss-worthy lips curled into a smile. "Speaking of, it's good that you called me over like this. I've graded your test already, actually."

"Y-You did...?"

"Yes, and I must say, you did not do nearly as well as I had hoped you would, Lucy. You usually pay such good attention in my classes."

'That's because I love the sound of your voice so much that I can't help but write down everything you say,' Lucy thought, blushing.

"I'd really hate to have to give you a low grade, though."

"Sorry..." Lucy lowered her head; she wished she could sink into the shadows right now and just disappear.

"For doing so poorly, I may need to set up a special one-on-one session for after school today."

Lucy raised her head, eyes wide and wet. 'What?'

"It took a bit of convincing with the principal, but I'm going to give you a chance to retake your test to get a better grade. You're one of my favorite students, Lucy, and I don't want to see you fail. You've helped me out in a big way, so I think I owe you this…but this is the only time this will ever happen, so I don't want you to squander this second chance by doing something stupid. Make sure you've studied up on the material before 5 today."

Lucy stood there, mouth agape, a pile of words building up in her throat. So many revelations had been thrown at her all at once; it took her a moment to sort them out. She was one of Miss Scarlet's favorite students…she was being given another chance to make up for her test…and…and she had helped the teacher before? As far back as she could think, Lucy couldn't recall if or when she'd ever done anything that helpful to Miss Scarlet aside being an obedient student. Of course, she would have done any task for her beloved's sake, but that opportunity hadn't presented itself yet. What was Miss Scarlet talking about?

"Miss Scarlet-"

Miss Scarlet looked at her watch, exclaiming, "Oh no, I'm running late again! Lucy, make sure to come by my office as soon as school is over, and you can take the test! See you then!"

Lucy tried calling out to her teacher, but Miss Scarlet had already hurried off and around the corner. Now left alone, the blonde teen felt like she was about to collapse and lose consciousness. She had been given a new chance at fixing her grades, and not only that, but a new chance to spend alone time with Miss Scarlet, just the two of them. Lucy wanted to squeal. She could take care of two birds with one stone: the test and confessing her feelings. Lucy looked down at her trembling hands, fingers already blistered from holding pencils for so long.

'I can't mess this up!'


After several grueling, dragging hours of boring classes, the time had finally come, and Lucy was feeling both giddy as hell and on the verge of upchucking. She sat in the middle seat in the front row of the classroom, directly across from Miss Scarlet, her head dipped down and her pen scribbling at lightning speed across many sheets of paper. Lucy had never found it difficult to focus on her work when she had to, but when she was alone in a classroom like this with Miss Scarlet, and being able to catch the tiniest glimmer of cleavage from her…Lucy was having a damn hard time with the test. She had been able to answer the first few questions on Celestial Spirits (her specialty), but now she couldn't concentrate. She found herself going over the right words to use for her confession after the test. She might never get a chance like this again; she needed to woman up and admit to Miss Scarlet that she was in love with her.

'But…if she rejects me…then what am I supposed to do?' Lucy's brain fizzled. 'I mean, she'll know that I like her, but if she can't return my feelings, it will destroy our friendship…and I don't want to lose that at any cost.'

"Lucy."

Lucy twitched; she looked up to brush gazes with Miss Scarlet.

"You're looking a little pale. Are you okay?"

"Y-Yes, I'm fine…sorry, Miss Scarlet…"

"It's alright. Just keep working at it, Lucy; I'm sure you'll pass."

"Thank you…"

Lucy got back to working on her test, knowing she needed to put it first. It didn't take her long, as her better awareness of the answers helped her speed through it. Now it was time to steel herself for the truly difficult part of this test. Lucy rose from her seat, paper in hand. She tried to keep her legs steady as she approached Miss Scarlet's desk. She handed the test over to her teacher, who looked up at her with an expecting gaze. Lucy started blushing against her own wishes.

"Well...thank you very much, Lucy. I'll grade it and let you know as soon as I can."

"Thank you for giving me this chance, Miss Scarlet."

"It's no problem at all, Lucy. I'm happy to help you." Miss Scarlet smiled back, although just what her expression meant at that moment, Lucy wasn't entirely sure. Lucy couldn't let that psyche her out though.

"Um, Miss Scarlet, c-can I tell you something?"

"Yes? What is it, Lucy?"

Lucy took a deep breath. "I...I...I think I'm in love with you...I mean, I know I'm in love with you...although we're both girls, and you're older than me, and everything else-"

"Lucy, are you trying to tell me you love me, or are you trying to disprove it at the same time?" Miss Scarlet asked, raising an eyebrow incredulously.

"I'm...I'm saying that I love you..."

"Heh." Miss Scarlet rose from her chair, and walked around her desk so she could stand directly in front of the younger woman. She suddenly stretched her arms out, slinking them around Lucy's waist. The teen gasped, but she didn't dare try to fight back. She let herself be pulled into Miss Scarlet's sweet embrace; her peach-colored cheeks were wrapped into the older woman's generous bust. Miss Scarlet placed a simple kiss on the top of Lucy's forehead. Lucy felt like she was going to faint again. Miss Scarlet brought her lips down to the edge of Lucy's ear, whispering.

"You're a silly one, Lucy. When I said that you helped me before...it's because you gave me a reason to want to keep teaching and coming back here, so I could see you..."


"...That's a pretty interesting dream." Erza frowned.

"It was just a personal fantasy from a while back, nothing more," Lucy chuckled bashfully. The two young women were sitting on Lucy's bed together, staring up at the ceiling, doing nothing but talking about past dreams and thoughts they'd had. Erza had already spilled about her prior interests in making Jellal wear maid uniforms, but it seemed that Ultear and Meredy had already fulfilled that fantasy of their own. Erza had bought a folder worth of photos off of them.

"Still...isn't it all kinda cliche? And pretty damn lucky that I would return the affections of a student, especially considering you made me nine years older than you! That's a lot of specifics for fantasy!"

"L-Like I said, it was a personal fantasy. Of course it wouldn't come true, not now." Lucy tried to wave it off, embarrassed enough as she was from having to talk about it.

"Hmm..."

Erza flicked her wrist, and her body became temporarily enveloped with light. When the light faded, she was dressed as a prime and proper teacher, complete with knee-length skirt, buttoned-up shirt, and a pair of spectacles perched on the bridge of her nose. Lucy's face turned pale.

"Does this look anything like what you wanted?"

Lucy climbed out of bed. "Let me get the school uniform in my closet."

Erza chuckled; sometimes, her lover was an easy one to please, and she was grateful for that.