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"Professor Anaxa!" A girl with silver hair and eyes that resembled cat-slits called.
"It's Anaxagoras." Their professor stressed, as if they'd listen if he said it with more anger every time. "You would do well to call my name properly."
"Professor, what's a-"
"Sorry I'm late!" Phainon ran in, breathing heavily. "Snowy ate something bad so I had to take him to the vet, please don't kill me!" He slid into his seat, Mydei giving him a raised brow as Anaxa sighed and went back to his lesson.
Phainon gave a sheepish smile back, glancing over just in time to receive a pointed look from Anaxa, to which he chuckled nervously.
"Cassie!" Phainon waved as their resident writer and shipper slid into the seat across from him, Hyacine joining soon after. Mydei sat next to Phainon, as per usual.
"How was chemistry with Professor Anaxa?" Castorice asked softly, nibbling on her egg roll.
"Fine," Mydei shrugged.
"He might be out for my blood," Phainon chuckled. "Snowy ate something bad so I had to take him into the vet early. Ended up late for class."
Hyacine glanced up. "Is Snowy okay?"
"Oh he's fine," Phainon assured her. "Happy as ever."
She smiled. "If you're ever feeling troubled, come find me!"
"Will do!" Phainon laughed.
"Calculus is not that hard," Cerydra tapped the page in front of Phainon's eyes. "It's simple, really, you peasants just need to think better."
Phainon scrubbed his face with his hand. "Er, Ma'am, it...doesn't make sense. At all, actually."
Mydei huffed beside him. "Why doesn't this work? I think their formula is dumb. Clearly that 5 came from nowhere I don't know what your talking about."
Well at least I'm not the only one struggling.
Phainon's thoughts wandered.
The Math Empress is demanding in homework.
He glanced back up to see Mydei looking like he wanted to punch the math homework into a sad, no longer due piece of paper.
"Hey Mydei, wanna go to the gym later today? I bet I can lift more than youuu~"
"HKS! No way in hell you can lift more than I can, dumbass."
Phainon just smiled. "Wanna bet? Hm? Is the mighty god of lifting scared his title could be taken?"
"Oh your on. I'll show you a power lift."
Phainon laughed.
So easy to tease, Mydeimos.
"Miss Tribios?" Phainon poked his head into the nurses office.
"Phainon! How are you?" Their resident nurse and basically therapist smiled at Phainon as he walked in.
"I'm okay. Do you have any painkillers? My head's not agreeing with me today."
Tribios nodded, pulling out a small bottle and giving him two pills. "There, and don't take more for another four hours, okay?"
"Perfect, thank you!" Phainon smiled, taking them with a sip of water and stepping to the door.
"See you tomorrow, Phainon!"
"See you, Miss Tribios!" He called back, leaving for his next class.
"Miss Aglaea, please, I don't think this is necessary-"
"Hush, Phainon. You think purple and yellow work together, I am not taking fashion advice from you."
Phainon wilted. "But...they do go together..."
She pinched her nose as she went through costumes for the next theater production.
"Whatever shall I do with you, hm? The only way purple works with any sort of yellow is if its a warm and radiant gold."
He sighed, accepting his fate. "Whatever you say, Miss Aglaea.
Phainon yawned as he dropped his bag off in his dorm, opening his laptop.
Gold eyes stared back at him.
He shut the computer, blinked, opened it.
Blue.
Normal.
Huh.
Weird.