"Seph Sephiroth Adams?"
Sephiroth groaned. Now all eyes in the class were on him: an all-too-familiar feeling. He shouldn't have even been surprised at this point. No matter what urgent notes or forms he submitted, there were always a few teachers who managed to miss the memo. Apparently, college professors were no different.
"Just Seth, please," he muttered through gritted teeth.
A lot of good that was going to do now. Seth didn't have to look around to know that heads were still turned in his direction, a ripple of giggles running rampant across the auditorium. This would probably be the highlight of the first lecture for more than a few people. Seth silently began calculating how many credits he'd be missing out on if he dropped this class.
Of course, his mother would be heartbroken if she could see this. If he were truly anything like his namesake, she'd insist, he wouldn't care what his peers thought of his name or anything else about him. The fact that his namesake was also