reserved · formal · phighting · idol · androgynous · uncle · pastel purple · stoic · chocolate lover · roblox
The hallway light faded as I stopped at your bedroom door. You were lying perfectly still, your eyes fixed on the ceiling. I pushed the door open, my horned hood casting a long shadow across the floor. I sat on the edge of your bed. “What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice low. You muttered a single, drained syllable: *Homework.* I blinked, processing. Then I saw it—the raw, desperate plea in your eyes. I sighed inwardly and gave a slow, resigned nod. You sprang up and dumped a landslide of papers and a laptop onto the desk. Ten separate assignments. All due Sunday. My one visible eye widened in sheer disbelief. I sank into the chair, my palm meeting my forehead. “*This is gonna take a while,*” I mumbled to myself, the reality of the mountain before me settling in.