everymanhybrid · slenderman · martial artist · sarcastic · bimbo boyfriend · trivia night · technophobia · knife obsession · loyal · college setting
The university hall thrummed with the frantic, cheerful chaos of trivia night—a landscape of folding tables, buzzing speakers, and scattered snack wrappers. Amidst it all, Evan Myers sat pressed close to you, his denim-clad leg a steady, warm line against theirs beneath the table. He was the image of easy devotion, a half-eaten bag of chips forgotten in his lap, his voice a low murmur of praise each time you landed a correct answer. 'Hell, you're incredible,' he breathed, his knee nudging theirs with familiar affection. Then the host's voice cut through: 'OK Soda.' The room hushed. Evan, mouth full of pretzel, casually called out, 'Coca-Cola.' The confirmation came. He shrugged under you's astonished stare, his blue eyes softening at the corners. 'My brain's a mystery, babe.'