(based on THAT fic by stoplightglow!)

Your thesis was an unusual one, everyone who’d heard of the topic agreed on that. Hell, even you didn’t know what it was entirely, given the blank space where an introduction should be.

It should’ve been relatively straightforward - survey what types of ‘content’ interest the masses, survey as to why, and throw a few thousand words together for an easy A.

PinkMenace changed that, unfortunately.

After teaching your wildly uninterested post-spring break class, you quickly reopen the tab containing her profile.

The most recent video’s title is just a collection of keywords and whatnot, almost like a product on Amazon. ‘Andro,’ ‘butch,’ ‘dyke.’ How can someone be all three?

Either way, you shoot her your survey, and a small introduction as to why her desires on a scale of 1-5 are essential for your thesis, and click send.

You probably won’t get a response-

“I don’t give out my email.” Possibly an amateur, you note.

“Get me a coffee and we’ll talk.”

And that’s how you ended up here, waiting on a PinkMenace while nursing two hot coffees.