Math is done, it is Clinical Toxicology time.

Aiden frowns as he looks at Cassie's notes because he can't understand anything. Aiden never liked the subject but now, he kind of hates it now already.

He wants to cry and scream out loud inside the house but the last time he did that, her sister received a noise complaint from the old lady two gates away from them.

He looks at Cassie's noted once again and fumingly cries.

"The hell is this! WAAAHHHH!"

Daime watches him burst out every complaint that he can think of. He watches him cutely cursing at the subject notes written in Cassie's notes.

"I am done with Toxicology bullshit! I hate this subject!"

Daime widens his eyes and laughs at Aiden when he heard the subject.

"You do realize that Primo teaches that subject, right?"

Aiden stops from cursing out the professor for this course subject and looks at Daime when the realization hits him so much.

"OH MY GOD. You're right! Primo is the professor of this course subject! OH MY GOD, I am so dumb!"

Daime laughs at Aiden's reaction before going back to whatever he is doing. Aiden stops from going crazy as he moves to writing whatever is being written in Cassie's notes with vigor.

He will just ask Primo to teach him the topic to him later.

After writing Toxicology that took him a million of questions and a million of doubts if he can pass the course subject, finally he is done re-writing the whole thing.

He moves on to the next subject that is waiting for him at the corner of his notebook. He squeals when he sees that it is his favorite subject.

"Jesus! Finally something I enjoy!"

Aiden is screaming too much that Daime is asking his ears if they are okay. They are not hurting but the screaming took a toll for his poor ears.

Daime smiles as writes his extra notes before finishing it up and cook them lunch since Primo can't come back home until late afternoon.

Yes, he can cook.

It's just Primo's food could reach home and his would be stuck to a traffic caused by an accident. He can't maneuver properly that's why Primo never tells him to cook.

But if he is in a hurry, he can cook as fast as he can. When Aiden sees him going to the kitchen, he immediately drops everything on the coffee table and rushes to Daime's location.

"Let me cook!"

Daime turns to him while wearing the apron that made him look cuter that Aiden stops and looks for a while.

"It's okay. I can cook. You can continue your work there."

The apron is too tight that it looks like it's going to ripped off if Daime stretches a little bit more. It looks small at his size.

Aiden could only nod but he didn't go back to his notes. He watches Daime cook their lunch. Daime manages to hum a song in his language that Aiden can't understand.

Thinking about that now, Aiden does not know what country Daime and Primo came from. He can ask them anytime but he thinks that he is being nosy of their own business.

But curiosity is killing him and if he would give his heart to one of them, he needs to know.

"What country did you and Primo come from?"

Daime stops singing and smiles at Aiden as he chops some onions. He minces them as fast as he could that Aiden looks at how fast he works.

"I am born and raised in Switzerland while Primo is born in Russia before being adopted and raised by our family."

Aiden's mind stops for a while when he heard something about Primo.

"Wait… What? He is adopted by your family?"

Daime looks at Aiden and smiles sadly at him.

"It's better for him to tell you instead of me."

Aiden frowns as he remembers someone who experience the same thing as Primo before. He just can't remember who the person is but the feelings are mutual.

Primo had been giving him clues about his past but some of that information is bit off questionable. Aiden doesn't know if he should believe him or not.

That afternoon passes like a speed of light. The awkwardness around Aiden and Daime had been lessening after eating their lunch and Daime helping Aiden answer his other assignments.

The clock strikes four, indicating Primo's arrival is nearing. Daime clears out the coffee table while Aiden puts away his other notes to his room. He looks over at Daime who is busy cleaning the whole living room.

"Are you okay if Primo and I would study inside my room?"

Daime looks up and smiles.

He nods at Aiden and went back to cleaning the whole living room. In Daime's mind, he is losing Aiden to his cousin but there is still a chance that he can take him away from Primo.

Daime sighs as he cleans the whole living room, waiting for Primo to come back. Minutes later, Primo arrives with a pissed off expression and a bruise on his chin.

"The hell happened to your face?!"

Daime is too shocked that he forgot that Aiden is in his room and can hear everything from there. With that said, Aiden suddenly burst out of his room with a concerned facial expression and a medicine kit at hand.

"What in the world?"

Aiden looks at Primo, who has a slit eyebrow and a bruised under his chin. He looks at him dreadfully and asked him what had happened.

"I got a heated argument with a student from another class that resulted into a fight. Dumbass thought I can't punch."

Aiden sighs and made him sit down on the sofa while he treats his wounds. Daime went to the kitchen and grabs some food for Primo, since he knows that the latter might've been hungry from fighting.

"We both got scolded and warned that if they do any ruckus again, they were going to be expelled.

I already nod at the professor but Dumbshit tries to punch me one more time, creating a much bigger ruckus that he accidentally punched the professor, earning him an expulsion from the university."

He stops when he sees how Aiden and Primo were perfect for each other. He is now starting to think that maybe, Aiden is indeed for Primo. He sighs and places the food on the coffee table and walks away from them.

Primo's eyes were following his cousin's behavior. A heavy feeling is inside his chest, making him stand up and grabs Daime outside of the house.

"Wha-"

"Primo!"

"Stay."

Aiden stops in his tracks and just watches the two cousin walk out of the house and into the garage.