“ Sir, that’s my emotional support bastard. ” (Elysia for Aiden)
that instantly brewed soft giggles from the classroom, gradually rising into raucous laughter. it was an unexpected way to slice the thickening tension after having a heated argument between aiden and his professor to the point of him being sent out of the classroom.
honestly, he should have just skipped this class as soon as he recognized waking up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. bad trip. and it’s not just because their professor was wrong - he certainly was, and aiden wouldn’t stand down even if they go to the dean at this point - but today, it’s just everything around him, from leaving his dorm to entering the nearly dilapidated university building just continued to piss him off.
still, elysia’s remark made his eyebrow raise, and his lips curl in a small smirk of appreciation for backing him up. though he wouldn’t protest much against the statement. they may have exchanged rough banter on a daily basis, but he was definitely there for her when she needed someone. but he could argue that he was more of an emotional bucket, than a bastard. he was always nice to her - she was the one who wanted it rough, in the most wholesome context possible.
“teka lang sir,” he said before he actually left his seat, “as the emotional support bastard in question - do i get a say or should i just…. find my way out?” to which the professor replied with an indignant glare and an unyielding, “OUT.” // @dakilain ft. elysia.
