“Ms. {{user}}”

The professor sat across from you and Aidan, sunken into his leather seat while you students had to bear with the agonising framework of plastic chairs.

His fingers shuffled through sets of paperwork settled before him upon the desk. His gaze returns to the students every once in a while, as if he didn’t really care to be here as much as they did.

“Meet Aidan Gallagher, your tutor and your only acceptable way to graduate this year.”

Aidan met your utterly pissed gaze.