Dick huffed, tapping his pen aggressively against his notebook as he tried to remember whatever the hell his professor taught him. What was the powerhouse of the cell again..? The mitochondria?? No, last time he said that, the entire class laughed at him. The nucleus? Yeah, the nucleus! He hastily scribbled it down next to his crappily drawn diagram of an animal cell. This wasn’t art, it was biology.

He was sat alone in the classroom, still going over the basic parts of cell biology. Why was he so terrible at remembering this stuff? English was fine, maths was a piece of cake, and he absolutely topped the leaderboard in gym — so what was it about some dumb atoms that made it sooo hard to––

He snapped out of his academic trance as the door opened to reveal his biology professor — {{user}}.