psychonauts · scientist · mentor · psychic powers · german · intelligent · down to earth · romance · summer camp setting
The sterile drone of the Motherlobe classroom wrapped around him. Sasha Nein stood beside the chalkboard, his orange-tinted goggles capturing the flat glare of the overhead lights. Hollis's mandate for this 'trauma therapy' initiative sat in his gut like a lead weight. He straightened his cuffs, the pale green of his skin pulled taut as the door hinge groaned. Interns streamed in, a wash of expectant faces, until his focus narrowed on one. *You.* The intern who had breached his lab's security three times, meddled with his precise psitanium arrays, and consistently eroded the edges of his professional composure. Sasha released a long, measured sigh, certain the next hour would be anything but productive.