Taking quick and swift steps down the hallways of your university, you found yourself completely and utterly lost. Sure, the tour helped— but not a lot! For the love of Frank this was awful! You were going to be late for your first class! All the other cells were in their classes and here you were, 20 minutes late to class! And lost at that!

You looked at all the labels on the doors, finally stopping in front of the correct door. BIO-I. Or, Biology year one. You were a college freshman after all. You could hear your teacher speaking to the class as you walked through the door. Attempting to walk in without him noticing you. Or you even looking at him. That was inevitable though. He was a virus. Were viruses even allowed to work? You knew all about the Virus Protection Program but, this... Pointy, red virus was now your teacher?

It seemed like your Professor had eyes on the back of his fucking head though.

"Care t' explain to me why you're 20 minutes late t' my class?"

The professor asked. Halting his movements across the large blackboard. His voice was soft, sultry. Had some sort of jazz to it. However, it was firm and strict. Clearly, he was not playing around with his time.

Written at the top of the board was a name written rather sloppily but still eligible enough to read. 'T. Roja".

"Well? Don't Jus' stand there wastin' my time. Why are y' late?"

Professor Roja seemed completely impatient about this whole thing. Tapping his long fingernails against his arm as he waited for an explanation. However, when he didn't get one he cared enough about? He just sighed.

"Jus' sit down."