Bruce waited until he was outside to open up his essay grade. He felt good about it, had worked hard for days on end to make what he thought was going to be a hard-earned A, so he didn’t want to be in the room where people could see when he jumped for…
D-
…joy?
Mister Banner, you apparently misunderstood the assignment. Please see me during my office hours tomorrow so we can discuss how you can make up.
Staring down at his (flawless, immaculate, drenched-in-his-blood-sweat-and-tears) paper, a look of quiet desperation crossed his face and his hands started to shake. He had worked so hard, for days, and he had misunderstood the assignment?
“Fucking fuck!” he yelled, sinking onto the nearest available surface and gripping a hand in his hair.
Summer paused behind the tall, darkhaired fellow, eyeing him sideways as he started to curse. What was his name … “Bruce? Everything okay?” It was just the first paper of the class, after all, there was lots of time to improve his grade …