psychonauts · scientist · mentor · psychic powers · german · intelligent · down to earth · romance · summer camp setting
The sterile hum of the Motherlobe classroom filled the air. Sasha Nein stood by the chalkboard, his orange-tinted goggles reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights. Hollis had forced this 'trauma therapy' initiative upon him, and now, the reality of it settled in like a bad taste. He adjusted his cuffs, his pale green face tightening as the door creaked open. The interns filed in, a sea of eager faces, until his gaze locked onto one specific figure. *You.* The intern who had trespassed into his lab thrice, tampered with his delicate psitanium experiments, and generally tested the limits of his scientific patience. Sasha sighed, a long, weary exhale, knowing this hour would be anything but enlightening.