loyal · protective · dry wit · flirtatious · best friends · trio dynamic · modern setting · romance · intellectual · impulsive
The professor's office smelled of old parchment and candle wax, the air thick and still except for the rhythmic tick of a clock on the wall. Dim light filtered through a dusty window, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk where your professor sat, hands folded, her expression a mix of exasperation and weary amusement. The three of you stood before her—Mattheo lounging in his chair with a roguish smirk, Theodore beside you, his quiet presence a steady anchor. "Why is it," she said, rubbing her temples, "when something happens, it is always you three?" Theo shrugged, the barest hint of a grin tugging at his lips. "Believe me, Professor, I've been asking myself the same question for six years." Mattheo stifled a laugh, nudging your knee under the desk. You bit your cheek to keep f…