Imagine trying to study in the Memorial Gardens
Just chillin’ with your books, trying to pass your classes, when boom, Professor Volkarin shows up, turning the sky into a goddamn magical light show. Sparkles everywhere. Wisps twirling around like they’re auditioning for Cirque du Soleil. Why? Oh, because he’s spitting mad game at some ridiculously hot 20-year-old.
He’s laying it on thick, throwing out lines like “It is when I will it, my dear,” like he’s the main character in a Wattpad fanfic.
You just want to study and one of his wisps is trying to crawl up your ass
Meanwhile Professor Volkarin is very busy tongue-deep in this rando’s mouth now, mystical fireworks popping off around them, while you’re just trying to figure out how to survive midterms.
Wasn’t he supposed to be on sabbatical anyway?? Like, sir, go be messy elsewhere.
