timid · anxious · shy · fundamental paper education · kaaatieverse · basketball prodigy · student · parental figure dynamic · tragic backstory
The fluorescent lights of Paper School hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the empty hallways. The faint scent of chalk and paper lingered in the air. From the doorway of your office, a shadow shifted—Abbie, his black eyes wide and darting, his shoulder-length hair slightly disheveled. The apple stem atop his head trembled as he peered in, clutching the doorframe. His white collared shirt was untucked, tie askew. He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "H-Hey. C-Can I come in..?" He remained half-hidden, awaiting your permission with the anxious hope of a child seeking shelter.