Ahahahhaah everyone else feeling fine after that last Amphoresous update? I certainly didn't stay up til 3am playing and then staying up until 4am to scream at my friend (love you Emmy, thank you for putting up with me) about it. Nope. Anyway, my decision was that clearly nothing bad ever happens to Phainon or Mydei and that they should just get to visit Anaxa in a University AU
“Phainon, why are we here?” Mydei had to hit the lock button easily twenty times before his car beeped and finally locked. Phainon gave him one of his shit-eating grins.
“Just wanted to check in on a few people!” He tugged Mydei up the stairs into the college, leading him through the halls to what Mydei assumed was some kind of facility lounge, given that the people scattered around a massive table all seemed a little too put together to be students.
The one with a literal eyepatch on looked up from the computer screen he was squinting at, pale green hair twisted back from his face in a messy bun with easily three pencils sticking out of it. “Phainon? What are you doing here you brat?”
Mydei blinked.
Phainon’s grin widened. “Good to see you too Professor Anaxa!!”
“Don't call me Anaxa.”
“Love you too. Mydei, this is Anaxa—or Anaxagoreous but you can just call him Anaxa,”
“Don’t you dare call me that.” The one eyed man leveled a glare at Mydei that sent a shiver down his spine. The mint-haired man might be slight and slim, and even sitting down clearly shorter than most of the people in the room, but Mydei got the sense he’d prefer to not try and test his luck against him.
“My adoptive dad and one of my favorite professors during my time here.”
“You keep ditching family dinner.” Anaxa said.
“I’ve been busy!!”
“You’ve never been too busy before this. You think I’m enjoying listening to that golden spider’s prattling every Friday night?”
“This is a place of learning.” The purple haired man snapped, looking up from the thick book he was reading with a glare. “Not social hour.”
The woman with the long, dusty grey hair and massive hat sipped at her cup of tea. “Aventurine is currently throwing away your lunch.”
The purple man didn’t have a reply to that, and gave her a flat look for a second before going back to his book.
“Prof. Anaxa, this is Mydei,” Phainon pulled him forward, though he much rather would have preferred to let Phainon keep the attention. “My boyfriend. I told you about him, remeber?”
“Of course I remember, I’m not you.” He snapped. “So you’re Mydei.”
“Hello.” Mydei tried to keep his expression neutral.
This was Phainon’s adopted father? The one that he had been trying to consider the best way to approach for months now? How to show him that he—a high school dropout—was fit to be with his university-graduated son?
And Phainon had told him nothing about what they were doing when he dragged him here, and left him zero time to prepare anything to say.
Anaxa looked him up and down, his one eye narrowed slightly. “Tell him to stop missing out on family dinner.” Was his only comment before ignoring them completely and returning to his laptop.
