Morgan smiles as he manages to slip by Lon'qu's defenses and lands another shot into the basketball hoop. The two rivals are on a one-on-one match. They obviously never had this opportunity back in high school, since they were so far apart, but now? Now it's hard to not find at least one day to compete with each other. They're rivals, but friends. Their love for competition brings them together, each always forcing the other to improve.

It must be fate that they are in the same college. "Nice try." Lon'qu mutters as he lands a shot after a failed block. However, one thing that they always want to make sure… that they are never on the same team.

"Getting slow, aren't you?" Another slip-up, another point, yet the score remains even. From an outsider's perspective, one might think that they are purposely keeping the score even.

"Wolves have the advantage on land, after all." However, they are just that evenly matched, one gap is all they need.

"Wolves work in packs, so I have the advantage here." Morgan says as another point is scored.

"Basketball is a team sport, so you would end up dragging the team down."

"Go worry about the team when we're…" Morgan stumbles on his words as a very attractive person just so happens to sprint by on the track… her legs on full display. "Oof." He ends up falling. He is praying to the gods that Severa didn't notice that slip-up.

"It seems the Dragon is looking for a partner." Lon'qu chuckles as he pulls Morgan up. "Perhaps we should do a two-on-two one day?"

"You're just jealous because I'm dating a hot woman." Morgan counters.

"I'm satisfied that you just made a fool of yourself. It's rare to see the 'prodigal' Morgan slip and fall." Severa happens to lock eyes with Morgan, causing the boy to flush. "It seems…" He starts.

"Oh, stuff it." Lon'qu snickers at Morgan's flustered response. "I'll be back." He runs off, not bothering to reply to his rival's mocking taunts. "Hey, Severa." Morgan went straight from an intense basketball match to running on the track.

"I didn't ask you to drop your game with him." She responds with her usual coldness. "...but it's nice that you would do that for me." She adds under her breath, like normal.

He shrugs it off, "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't take some time for you?"

Which causes her face to flush, "Y-You didn't have to say it so directly!" She stumbles, but he's there to steady her, "G-Gods, Morgan." She grumbles as the two halt.

"Of course I would, I am the densest man alive remember?" He chuckles as the two stand there.

"You're lucky I like you…" She mumbles.

However, this time he's close enough to actually hear it, "I like you too, Severa."

Her eyes snap up, and her flush increases, "...You can be so irritating."

He winks, "I can be what you want me to be."

"Not so loud!" She chides him, "What if…" She would have said more, if his lips didn't silence her. Morgan is really lucky she likes him, because if she didn't see him as a boyfriend, then well… He would be writhing in agony on the track floor. The two break the kiss, "...dummy."

"Yes, but I'm your dummy." He chuckles as she just stands there…

Then she laughs, "And you better not forget it." She pauses for a moment, "Hey, Morgan."

"Yes, Sev…" He would have said more, had she not socked him in the gut.

"For making such an embarrassing scene." She smiles, before resuming her laps.

Morgan glances over at his rival, who smiles and shakes his head. He returns the smile before running to catch up to Severa… his girlfriend. He's too competitive to just let her outrun him.

Morgan smiles as she wakes for the new day. For the first time in weeks, she has had a proper night of sleep, and she felt great! She didn't even bother getting a cup of coffee. She hummed a tune as she walked out of the door and to her first class, ready for whatever Miss Tiki will throw at her. She arrived early, as she would prefer, and took her seat, "Good morning, Miss Tiki." She smiles.

"It's good to see you early again." Tiki flashes her that peaceful smile. "It's been a while since we could casually chat before class, hasn't it?" The History Teacher takes a desk next to Morgan, clearly happy.

"I've missed our talks, too. You always have such great stories to share."

"Please, I'm just recounting what I've experienced."

"Then you have been blessed with a wonderful memory."

For a moment, Miss Tiki looked distant, "I've been sharing mostly good ones, haven't I? Alas, the negative memories outnumber my positive ones."

"Don't feel like you have to share them." She tries to pass it off, "If it makes you uncomfortable…"

"I don't mind sharing them, if you're the one listening." The desk scoots closer, "So, would you be willing to listen?"

Morgan quickly nods, "Of course!" Her own desk scoots closer, as she is eager to listen to whatever she may share.

"I mentioned how I have lived longer than most, and as such, I've seen many cherished friends come and go." She starts off, "It never gets easier, watching others age as I seemingly stay in place."

"I can't even imagine that…"

"But it also never grows stale when I meet someone new, when I come across someone who brings a new viewpoint, another understanding." She pauses and takes a breath, "The days are best when I find someone who can learn and understand so much, those who are quick and intelligence, but also kind and caring."

"Are you okay, Miss Tiki?" Morgan noted that she seems hotter, if her reddened face is anything to go by.

"I know, it's inappropriate," She looks away, and it dawns on Morgan that her flushed face isn't from heat. "You remind me of someone I knew, he was such a selfless person. He always stood up for others,"

"Miss Tiki, I don't do that. I lack the strength to protect." Other Morgan can fight for others… but not her.

"You bring them peace of mind, you extend a hand, there are more ways to help than to simply fight." She pauses, "I was too young to understand what I was feeling then, but now I know what it meant… I know what it means now." She raises a hand before Morgan can talk, "But, a teacher and student wouldn't go well, so I want you to tell me, because I cannot seem to convince myself." She takes a breath, "Look me in the eyes and tell me this can't happen. That I can't have feelings for you."

Morgan can just glance and see the distraught in her form, the sorrow in her eyes. She can hear the regret in her voice. Miss Tiki is right about herself, she is torn, part of her wants Morgan, the other wants to keep the norm. It would be wrong to act on her feelings. Morgan has always thought things out in a subjective standpoint, as it was only natural, both her mother and father taught her as much. She could probably count on both hands the amount of times her parents used their emotions to make a decision.

Yet, when she stares at Miss Tiki's verdant green eyes, the way they shined from tears threatening to shed, Morgan found that she lacked the will to do what her parents could do in a heartbeat. On the most basic of levels, Miss Tiki is asking for her heart to be broken, she wants things to end, but she can't…

"Miss Tiki," The girl finally finds her voice, "You have asked an incredibly difficult request from me." She slowly forms her words, "I lack the tact that my parents have for this, but I will try anyway." She gently clears her throat, "Miss Tiki… I can't. I can't stomach the idea of breaking someone's heart, even if they explicitly ask. You are a beautiful woman, you hold standards that most women could only dream of. If your heart says that you need 'this' to be happy, then don't stop it." There, she said it.

"M-Morgan?" She looks half-ashamed, but also relieved. "But… please, again, try again." She still wants to refuse. Steeling her nerves, she does just that. "...ah!" By claiming her lips.

"Please, don't ask me to do anything like that again." Morgan whispers as she breaks the kiss, "I can't."

"O-of course, Morgan." Miss Tiki lightly taps her lips with her fingers, before walking back to her desk…

It took until now to realize why Morgan has so many impromptu drawings of Miss Tiki.