"Hey" Sixtus heard someone ask next to him, waving their hand in front of his face, "You're like an hour early." Sixtus turned his head and saw Alexis and Desma.

"Sire," Alexis continued, sitting down on the chair next to Sixtus, "If something is bothering you-"

"Leave him alone," Desma smacked Alexis's head and put her bag down on the table.

"I'm just checking that the Young Master is okay," Alexis replied, rubbing the top of their head.

"Well I mean," Desma looked at Sixtus up and down and smirked, "it looks like Master had a good morning today. Also don't say "Young Master," you're giving away your age." Desma unzipped her bag and brought out a binder; Sixtus covered his face, slightly embarrassed.

"What is she talking about? What happened this morning?" Alexis asked, ignoring Desma; Alexis put their elbow on the table, and faces Sixtus.

"I saved a women from some harassment," Sixtus answered, not saying everything that happened.

"Are you hurt-"

"And then?" Desma asked, not even bothering to look at them both.

Sixtus placed his hand on the back of his head.

"I met this guy I have for class-"

"Now we're talking," Desma closed her binder and turned to Sixtus, "Got his phone number?"

"Of course he didn't-"

"I did," Sixtus quickly replied.

"M-master!" Alexis raised their voice.

"W-what? What was I supposed to do when he asked?" Sixtus replied; he looked around and noticed people are starting to come into the classroom.

Desma leaned over to Alexis and whispered into their ear, touching their shoulder.

"You got a point," Alexis replied under their breath.

"Our babyboy is growing up so fast," Desma sang, wiping away an invisible tear off her eye.

"Who said I would do that?" Sixtus argued, putting his bag on the table and grabbing out a binder.

"You can't change what you are," Alexis said, crossing their arms and leaning back on their chair; Desma nodded.

More and more people began filling the auditorium, no one dared to continue the conversation.

Sixtus furrowed his eyebrows and twirled a pencil around in his left hand; he touched his left shoulder with his free hand, remembering how Oliver patted it. Sixtus pursed his lips a bit.

"Hmm," Sixtus heard Desma groan; Sixtus slammed his hands down at the table and began getting up.

"I'm leaving," Sixtus passed Alexis and stood behind Desma; Desma turned her head, "Grab my stuff when class is done. If the professor asks where I went, tell them I went to the nurse." "Please," Sixtus added, staring right into her eyes.

Desma smirked and saluted.

Sixtus walked away, Alexis moved his chair back, ready to follow him.

"Don't," Desma whispered, grabbing Alexis's right hand, "He needs to figure it out on his own." Alexis sighed, pulled Desma's hand towards their lips and planted a small kiss on the back of her hand.