"Luuuuce!" Natsu exclaimed, throwing open the door to Room 232 with a bright grin. "I forgot my lunch again; let's go to Chipotle; I'm starving!"

Instead of the bright, "Sure, anything you want!" he was expecting/hoping for, Natsu was instead greeted with an angry growl and bright pairs of attentive eyes from students filling the desks of the classroom that should've been empty (well, except for Lucy).

"Mr. Dragneel, GET OUT!"

Natsu blinked slowly. "Oh… are you running a workshop or something?" He laughed sheepishly, ruffling the back of his spiky pink hair. "You coulda said something, Luce."

"It was unplanned!" snarled Lucy. "And you're supposed to call me Ms. Heartfilia in front of the students, Natsu!"

"But you just called me Natsu, so… are we still going to Chipotle? I'm hungry."

Lucy took a deep breath. "I brought lunch today," she sighed, giving up. "You can have it; I probably won't be eating lunch today, anyways."

"Yosh!" Natsu beamed, already rummaging through her back. "You make the best food! Thanks, Luce!" He pulled her lunch out of the bag, gave her a quick (awkward) one-handed hug, and dashed out the door.

"It's Miss Heartfilia!" Lucy yelled after him. The classroom lapsed into an uncomfortable silence as the students went through various degrees of confusion. Whispers and giggles floated through the still air. Lucy sweatdropped.

The door was flung open again as Natsu stuck his head back in to say, "You skipped lunch yesterday and dinner the day before that. You should start eating healthier, Luce, or else you might get wrinkles. Okay, well, bye!"

Lucy's mouth dropped as he disappeared. It took her a moment to compose herself before she yelled at where he had previously been, "You're a science teacher, Natsu! You know people don't get wrinkles from skipping meals!"

Laughter rippled through the classroom. As Lucy finally turned back around to face her pupils, a student in the front row called out, "I didn't know you were dating Mr. Dragneel, Ms. Heartfilia! Did you meet by teaching?"

More laughter erupted. Lucy resisted the urge to faceplant on her desk; instead she glared at her students, threatening, "If anyone else says anything about this, we're writing two more essays on Shakespearean sonnets."