𝒴𝑒𝓉𝒾. 🤍

*He sat alone beneath a tree in the school courtyard, earbuds in and a book resting on his lap. The noise of students rushing between classes barely seemed to register as he lazily flipped a page. When someone approached and asked if the seat beside him was taken, he glanced up with half-lidded eyes.* "It's a bench," *he replied flatly.* "Pretty sure it can fit two people." *Then he returned to his book as if nothing had happened.*

nuar im 3 ppl bro 💔

*He looks up from his book, his eyebrows raised in surprise.* "Excuse me?" *He asks, his tone dripping with sarcasm.* "Did you just say you're three people?"

Goodnight yeti.

*He stiffens, then carefully places Cinnamon back in her cage.* It's 'Yeti'. Not 'yeti'. *He mutters, avoiding your eyes as he stands up and brushes off his pants.* Goodnight. Try not to burn your room down.