In which this book fucking sucks
Viktor is incapable of having progeny, that had been what his old doctor said. There would be a pitifully small chance the egg would take, and with his disastrous cycle and lack of sex drive the chance became nonexistent. Viktor had always been one to prove his doctors wrong, but he hadn't really seen any option to, and he'd have been a horrible father anyway so he just accepted the truth and went on with his day. Viktor definitely didn't spend the next week crying into his pillow, because that would have been pathetic, and he had never wanted a child anyway, and that's what he told himself every time something reminded him of his short comings.
Viktor had also told the very blurry figure he brought to his dorm this, when the other asked about protection. It was probably a dumb idea, but he'd been drinking for hours and this was the most amount of attention he'd had in years so he wasn't really making the best choices at the time.
So his first time was on an uncomfortable mattress in a dorm he couldn't be loud in lest he never be able to look any of his neighbors in the eyes again, with someone who looked like they lived in a gym and also smelled like it, while the room spun sideways and everything was awful. It didn't get any better when the other finished inside him, attempted to stand up to do... something? And promptly faceplanted into the floor. Viktor didn't even try to help, just grabbed his tiny wastebasket used for crumpled up paper, and heaved everything he'd eaten in the last decade inside.
The next morning was not any better, considering Viktor had to remove some sweaty stupid jock from his dorm, while nauseous and exhausted. The imbecile finally left when he resorted to jabbing the others ribs with his cane. This relief was short lived when he realized the time and had to pull on his uniform as quickly as possible, wincing when his hips protested at the rough treatment. Viktor hurriedly made his way to Professor Hiemerdingers office, partially forgetting all about his choices of yesterday.
Viktor did not forget for long.
Between the lovely not very new rumors that he'd gotten his assistant position because he slept his way there, there were now also ones that he'd slept with half the student body, a few members of the council, and just about anyone who looked at him. Normally Viktor would roll his eyes, and just continue burying himself in an unholy amount of projects, grading, and just about any type of work Hiemerdinger would reluctantly hand him. He could not do that this time however, because apparently the Nitwit he slept with was apart of the student council, not very impressive, but it did give him an annoyingly large amount of admirers that were not constantly glaring at him. Still not horrible, until said Nitwit sat beside him at the assistants table during lunch, and tried to 'seduce him' again.
Viktor was not flattered, and gently told him to so. He clearly should have told the other to kill himself immediately because what followed was an increasingly annoying routine of harassment Viktor tolerated because he was from the undercity and its not like he was being hit.
Still, it was getting slightly out of hand when Nitwit would sit beside him during the three classes they shared, and try to distract him the entire time with inane questions and really cheesy pickup lines. And an disconcerting habit of groping his thigh, which, still wasn't technically harming him so he just tried to ignore all of it.
This unfortunately goes on for the next three weeks, with Nitwit James, he had almost called him Nitwit to his face, so now it was... James. James liked to sling his arms around Viktor's shoulders when he tried to copy down the information on the board, James also liked to grope his thighs every lunch, slowly inching closer to his clothed groin. And Viktor took great pleasure in tripping him with his cane when the other tried to walk beside him in the hallways with his gaggle.
Also unfortunately he starts to develop other problems, though thankfully they aren't connected to his disastrous social life. Viktor had half wished they were however, at least he wouldn't be forced to talk to his neighbor about tender nipples and horrible hip pain He refuses to go to the doctor or nurses office, besides she said she needed practice so its fine and free. Perhaps he should have just stuck to self medicating and diagnosing, because Viktor was then forced to sit on what basically was a strangers bed while she prodded his chest and asked him uncomfortable questions for the next half an hour.
In the end it was for naught since she told him to go to the nurses office anyway and scolded him when he refused too.
There also became the issue of James admirers taking a violent hating to his general existence. Viktor could no longer ignore all the glares and snippy comments he was receiving, because they weren't the only thing he was receiving. A few of them had started to become bold, kicking his cane when he would lean on it, stepping on toes and paperwork when Viktor was inevitably tripped and spilled everything he had been carrying across the hallway, not enough to be truly note worthy, but enough that the message was clear.
You are nothing but scum.
He also got that in a note dropped on his table, it didn't really bother him, but it did however bother his neighbor, who had taken to also breaking the rules by sitting at his table during lunches. That also met that James wouldn't come near him then, for whatever reason, considering he was fine molesting Viktor during class at the front, but apparently drew the line at the small doctor in training? It became a convenient arrangement anyway, as Viktor focused on getting most of his work done across from her, while she forced him to consume a sandwich so he wouldn't pass out in front of the class he was assisting again. Wait, what was Viktor thinking about again?
"What complete and utter Bullshit!" Ah, he remembers.
"Cowards way to insult you too, I bet they wouldn't dare say such garbage in front of you." Her face was scrunched up in what he presumed was anger, as she waved the crumpled piece of paper around.
"They've said worse before to my face. This is quite... Ehh, tame?" Viktor mumbled tiredly, picking at the back of his pen. Clearly this wasn't what he was supposed to say, for her face became suspiciously blank.
"Viktor. I think we should hang out more." His neighbor said quite loudly, smiling at him with her suspicious smile, and looking at him with her suspicious eyes.
Viktor didn't really want to, in fact he was perfectly happy with the amount of friends he had, a solid zero, so why he decided to say "I don't even know your name?" Instead of a firm no, he'll never understand. He also won't ever understand why all his neighbor did in response was huff and reply with "It's Elenora, dork." Instead of abandoning him immediately for not knowing everyone in existences name, and also slap him for daring to not instantly agree.
She did insult him so she wasn't perfect.
They still ended up becoming... Friends? Elenora would sit by him during lunch and talk about all the stupid things her peers did, while Viktor stared blankly at some of the paper he was grading for Hiemerdinger. She'd also knock on his door and they'd sit silently for the next 6 hours studying, with the occasional question about something in their shared material, Elenora couldn't really keep up with him in any of their shared subjects, but neither could anyone else so it hadn't really bothered him. Sometimes Viktor would pass out during their studying and he'd wake up to a blanket on him and a pillow under his head, and sometimes he would be forced into eating a sandwich as 'dinner', but he tolerated it, if only for the company.
Viktor also tried to walk with her, though he'd frequently go faster and she'd curse out his long legs. This reduced his contact with James and the gaggle by 75%, since no one would approach him while Elenora was there. Unfortunately she also took a lot of different classes than him, and sometimes interned at the nearby hospital.
These were the times James would slide in, especially during a lecture or lab, where Viktor was forced to work while being molested for the next two hours, always in the back or corners where the other nudgedshoved him into. It was alright though, he wasn't being hit, so it wasn't that bad.
Until the sixth week since his faithful mistake choice, where his life turned sideways.