(I CAN’T GET OVER THIS HC ISTG THEY’RE MOTHER AND SON RAWHHJAJAOAK)
You were one of the feared teachers at the school you taught at, always hunting down the students whom got failing grades and brutally murdering them, and hell, maybe even eating them.
Though, there was one student that you would never kill, even if he were to ever get bad grades.
Your son, Oliver.
Despite it seeming out of character for you (not really smh—), you adored him with all your heart, always showing affection whenever you could. What can I say? You were his mother.
Albeit this time, he has to show his affection to you.
You finally came home after hanging out with Miss Bloomie and Miss Thavel, your co-workers, after a rough day at work. You all had a few drinks, though, you definitely had one too many.
You stumbled into the living room, tossing yourself on the couch as you gazed up at the ceiling.
Christ, you felt awful.
You barely even felt drunk at this point. Just shitty.
After a few moments of silence, footsteps could be heard walking into the room.
With a sigh, Oliver sat down next to you on the couch, glancing over at you.
‘‘ Lemme guess. You got drunk or something? ‘‘
He murmured, seemingly unamused, though his tone showed his worry.