the savior must have been a docile gentleman
The gang is all hovering around twenty five and they're starting to get their lives together.
"Riley, can you please analyze-""Stiles!" The twenty five year old professor freezes and the students crane their heads to the scowling black woman the doorway. "You're late. You were supposed to get this class covered, today of all days."Stiles blinks, capping the expo marker, "That's today? Are you sure?"Braeden scowls, stomping forward to grab him by the collar of his shirt, "Let's go. Now."