"Hey Professor, mind if we hang out in here?" A familiar pair of heads had poked into your office, two freshmen Raptors players who definitely weren't in any of your classes this semester.
"Is there somewhere you should be?" You asked, gesturing to the couch across from you nevertheless. It made no difference to you if two adults decided to skip their college classes, you were more-so just curious. "It's a bit early to be getting to campus if you don't have a class..."
"Well, we usually have Coach Jung's class right now, but he just sent out an email cancelling," the left wing explained, dropping into one corner as his friend splayed out across the remaining two-thirds.
"And our next class is in this building, so we thought we'd see if you were in," the right wing finished.
"What class do you have in this building?" You tried to keep a casual tone as you checked your phone for any missed calls or text from Sungchan that would clue you into why he's suddenly missed his class this morning.
As they proceeded to rant about the 2000-level Grammar class they had signed up for in order to fulfill their Gen Ed requirements, mistakenly thinking it would be easy since it was only a 2000-level, you sent a quick text to your husband.
[you: just checking in. did drop-off go okay?]
Woobin once again slept in yours and Sungchan's room last night, and though he was a little confused at his dad taking him to school today since you usually dropped him off on Mondays, there was no meltdown when you gave him his goodbye kiss. So far so good, until now.
"What classes are you teaching in the fall, Professor?" The left wing asked you.
"Oh, uh, I've got Lit Theory, Direct Study, and I'm teaching a Special Topics section in Contemporary Short Stories. We'll mostly be focusing on magical realism, surrealism, that sort of thing," you started rambling, still half-focused on your dark phone screen, waiting for it to light up with Sungchan's reply. "I know neither of you are Lang majors, but it's my first Special Topics class and I enjoyed having both of you last semester, so if you have a free slot in the fall, I'd appreciate it if you considered enrolling."
"Hell yeah, that sounds cool," the right wing grinned. "Is it going to be like, a bunch of essays, though?"
"There will be a final paper, but it will be mostly Socratic discussion, and the occasional short, one-page synthesis assignment," you clarified. "No tests, no quizzes. As long as you read and participate enthusiastically, you'll pass."
"We'll be there!" The left wing promised. "We loved your intro class. You're like, one of the coolest professors ever, that's why we asked."
"I'm honored, boys, thanks," you laughed.
"Coach Jung is cool too," said the right wing, then he exchanged a mischievous grin with his friend. "But you're cooler."
"Oh, I've known that for quite some time, I assure you."
"How long have you two been together?" The left wing asked curiously.
You twisted your wedding ring contemplatively. "Let's see... We've been married for seven years, we started dating our senior year of undergrad, so... fifteen years? Yeah, it'll be fifteen years this fall."
"Wow. I didn't even think you were that old."
"What? Fifteen?" You chuckled, eyes straying to the picture on your desk of you, Sungchan, and Woobin from the party you held to celebrate his adoption being finalized.
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Fanfictionin which you swear you're only going to the joint halloween party being hosted by the hockey team and nu chi tau for a few minutes just to say hi to sungchan, but as can be expected with your life, something goes horribly, horribly wrong ; fluff, g...
