#University au Luxord shows up to every class precisely on time with starbucks

[phylumhearts]

Fic You Wont Write Meme: "3+5+10," a university au where Aeleus, Dilan and Luxord are messing around in the coffee shop and Luxord (accounting major) and Dilan (engineering major) are both roasting Aelaeuus (geology major) about being better at math than him, but like, in a fun boyfriend way, not a mean way.

ok you totally did all the work for me here but here’s some more thoughts:

It’s not that Aeleus doesn’t understand math, or that he gets problems wrong, he just does them slowly. This particular roast was initiated when he intentionally let several people cut in front of him in line while he counted out the exact change for his coffee. 

Initially they’re dramatically theorising over what’s happening in his head while he takes so long. His attempt at defending himself just fans the flames (”I just want to be certain,” he says. “I just want to take less than twenty minutes to order a coffee,” Dilan replies) so he just chuckles at them while they attempt to one-up each other’s wild overestimations of how long he takes to do tasks. (”I’m sorry sir,” says Dilan in their best talking-to-clients voice, “I know these designs are time-critical but I insist on re-checking all the figures and I’m afraid that will take another seven hours.” “Now let’s be fair to him,” says Luxord, “by a geologic clock seven hours is no time at all!”) When they run out of steam and start feeling a little bad for him they turn flirty but they’re not completely done with the roasting (”Nothing makes the heart flutter like a man who’s certain where he stands,” sighs Luxord, swooning.)

Eventually Aeleus speaks, claiming that his carefulness with day-to-day maths serves him well, perhaps better than some.“Is that so? Would you deign to enlighten us?” asks Dilan, dramatic bitch levels maxed out from proximity to Luxord.“Before I came here, I checked my timetable and the walking time to my class. I have,” he checks his watch with a little more flourish than usual, “five minutes until I have to leave. When’s your next class, Dilan?” Dilan checks their phone. Their face drops.“You knew! You know my timetable and you...” they trail into incomprehensible grumbling as they gather their stuff together. “I suppose I deserve it. I’ll see you two demons later.” Luxord cackles as Dilan dispenses forehead kisses and hurries out. End scene.