#bacon writes

“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. 

I had way too much fun chatting with a friend about how a university with HSR characters as professors and students may go, and my brain went a little insane lmao

Yanqing was fairly certain that THE Professor Herta had sent her robot again to class. For one, it was shorter than him and looked about maybe ten years old. Second, it had glitched out and stopped working, and they were taking a vote on who ran to the faculty’s offices to ask whoever was in to help them. 

None of them would mind Screwllum. He was the best option when it came to something like this. If Ruan Mei was in, she’d say that it wasn’t her field and to try turning it off and on again. Ratio was the only one other than Screwllum who actually had success at getting the robots Herta sent to recite the lecture up and running, but the way he did it was by having them take turns looking at the motherboard and wires, and sending chalk careening at their heads if they messed up while grilling them to figure out WHAT they had done wrong. It was overly stressful.

Anaxa could theoretically fix it—but he had a higher penchant for accidentally blowing them up as he got distracted and started tinkering. 

Clara COULD have fixed the puppet without getting any of the faculty members, but she’d had an important meeting to discuss some technical programming thing for her career, so she wasn’t in class today.

Yunli and Yanqing were about as skilled at fixing the puppets as Sushang was at mediating events with subtly. 

Yanqing, with his amazing skills of luck and guessing which straw to grab—managed to get the shortest one.

Yunli gave him a nasty smirk and leaned back in her chair as he slumped toward the faculty office, clutching the short straw in his fist. 

All the doors to the offices without professors in them at the moment were locked and closed—usually with some kind of obscure note or random thing taped to the outside that should detail their location if anybody could decode it. To credit Yanqing’s luck, Screwllum’s office door was locked and dark, with a sensible note on the door that said he’d be in office tomorrow. 

Ruan Mei wasn’t in—thankfully. He didn’t really want to get force-fed any questionable food again. Anaxa was in, but Yanqing caught one whiff of smoke and saw Hyacine’s signature pink pigtails and hightailed it away from the door. Herta herself was of course nowhere to be found, and the layer of dust growing over her door handle meant she likely wasn’t coming anywhere near the office anytime soon. 

Yanqing desperately hoped that something had happened and Ratio had forgotten or changed his usual, scheduled office hours, but he saw the door open and could hear the tell-tale mutterings of Ratio within.

Damnnit. 

“Dr. Ratio?” 

The purple-haired man glanced up from his pile of papers. “What did you break?” 

“It wasn’t us!” Yanqing yelped, almost dropping the short straw fragment he was still holding when he went to raise his hands. Ratio’s eyes narrowed a little at the chopped up piece of plastic.

“Herta?”

Yanqing nodded and Ratio heaved a long-suffering sigh. “Did you even attempt to fix it yourself, or did you simply come running to make someone else think for you?” 

“... I didn’t want to break it more?”

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“Try again. Minus five points.” Ratio snapped, tapping his fingers against the desk. 

Yanqing, up to his elbows in parts and grease, barely contained a frustrated grumble. Yunli didn’t, and was rewarded with a piece of chalk to her forehead. 

Yanqing had to wonder if she’d grow an indent there from the amount of times Ratio hit her.  His snicker earned him a piece of chalk, and Yunli gave him a feral smirk. 

“Why do we even have to do this?” Yanqing grumbled under his breath. “Herta should just teach in person or stop sending us broken robots.”

“Interesting standpoint. Elaborate.” Ratio said, tapping his fingers against his bicep. 

Yanqing froze. He hadn’t meant for Ratio to hear that. Yunli shot him a look that said “well, you better think of something”. 

“Uh—” Yanqing tightened his grip on the small wrench he was holding. “I mean… isn’t Herta paid to teach us herself? How come it’s allowed for her to send a robot?” Without the immediate appearance of chalk, Yanqing continued, feeling emboldened. “And if she keeps sending us these robots, we’re under no obligations to fix them. We could just let them be and leave class.” 

Ratio nodded. “You bring up some valid points. However,” Yanqing stiffened. “However” was usually the prequel to a lecture when it came to Ratio. “You fail to consider other points. Perhaps Herta is busy or sick—this could be her way of making sure you get a lecture even if she cannot be here in person. Or, you could consider it a teachable moment—does she send robots that you will need to fix on purpose? You mentioned that you are under no obligation to fix them, but what about your classmates—did you stop to think that maybe they need to hear the lecture? Or even me, maybe I want to fix my coworker’s robot so that she can continue her work.” He tilted his head a bit, considering Yanqing. “I do applaud your points. For just being annoyed grumbles–” Yanqing laughed nervously. “You did consider them more carefully once I asked. Plus one point.”

Yanqing blinked in surprise and Yunli looked like she’d just seen a pig fly. 

“Now, finish fixing the robot.” Ratio said.  

The sunlight streams in through the curtain. It tickles your face, making you scrunch your nose up. Then you roll over to hide your face against the blond in your bed. He chuckles sleepily as you cling to him. He had a feeling you’d not want to get up yet considering the late night birthday plans you had last night.

“Not going to leave the bed, hm?” He asks, rolling over to take you into his arms.

You look up at him, eyes still filled with sleep. “Nope, staying here with you.”

He laughs again and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. Then another one to the tip of your nose. Then a third kiss to your lips, still chapped from last night’s events. He presses another kiss to your lips before pulling you close to his chest. You take a deep inhale, the smell of him making you feel so comforted.

“Didn’t you want to do something for your birthday?” Kento says softly.

You let out another soft groan. It was way too early and you were much too tired to even think about getting up and doing something fun. For now, you wanted to bask in the pleasure of having your lover right next to you. You cling to him, rubbing your face against his chest for more comfort.

“I think I was supposed to tell you that I couldn’t let you be lazy,” he laughs. “But I mean it’s your special day.”

A few hours of snuggling in the warmth of your shared bed gets you back to fighting shape. Soon you’re out and about in town with Kento in tow. He watches as you look at all the little boutiques on your way to your favorite cafe.Kento is sweet as he surprises you with flowers that he sneakily bought while you weren’t looking.

While the day passes by fast with the fun you’ve had, you know that you’ll never forget this birthday.

Especially not when Kento takes you up to the rooftop of your building. He curses the light pollution for ruining the view of the stars. So instead, he lights up a couple sparklers and passes one of them to you.

With the light of the sparklers, you two have fun writing out each other’s names in the air. Giggles and laughter erupt from both of you as you have fun with the beautiful light.

“Thank you for this,” you tell him.

He smiles and kisses you sweetly, “I’ll always treat you to anything your heart desires because you deserve nothing but the best…”

Bacon!! @uchihasanctuary, Thank you so much for this. You are one of the sweetest human beings I know, truly. Your writing is beautiful, and I'm taking a moment to appreciate the scenario you wrote here. How absolutely wonderful it would be to spend a day like that in the company of Nanami!

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