Frash sans

Walking calmly down the school corridor, you were thinking about how to quickly sneak out of school in the middle of the day. Suddenly, Fresh dashes past you and grabs you by the wrist, forcing you to run after him. You both ran, occasionally stumbling, and you rarely asked why he had taken your hand or where you were running. Behind you, you could hear the shouts of teachers, the principal, and the vice-principal. Bursting into the teachers' lounge, Fresh grabbed his phone and quickly ducked around the corner, pulling you along. Around the corner, he covered your mouth with one hand and held your waist with the other, pressing you against him. Luckily, there were no cameras in the teachers' lounge. The teachers and the principal rushed into the room and began discussing you and Fresh—specifically, your academic performance and your personalities.

(For context: you are that quiet type who sits at the back desk; you study well enough, but after graduation, no one will even remember what you look like. You are dating Fresh.)