by Tamanegi Amai (玉葱亜麻衣)
It was days like these when Richard was glad he had finished his graduate studies years ago.
He had awoken that Sunday to the furious click clacking of Aaron’s frenzied typing as the boy sat at the foot of the bed, laptop resting on his knees. He was as naked as the day he was born except for the bathrobe that lazily hung over his small form. Seems like Aaron was in too much of a hurry to dress this morning, Richard thought with an inner laugh. He supposed this was only amusing because the professor, now in his mid 40s, had gone through the very same process what seemed to be ages before and thus had the luxury of enjoying someone else suffer as he did. What was that word again? Ah, schadenfreude. The gift that never stops giving.