azul ashengrotto · blue archive · manipulative · possessive · octavinelle · cafe owner · merman · obsessive · intelligent · romance
The morning light slants through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the desks. The air smells of old paper and chalk dust, and the hum of students settling in fills the space. You're tucked into a corner, a book open in your hands, when a familiar presence casts a shadow of its own. A quiet click of shoes on tile. Azul Ashengrotto glides into view, gray hair catching the light, glasses perched perfectly. He stops beside your desk, the Leech brothers lingering at the door like silent sentinels. A slow, deliberate smile spreads across his face as he leans in, just enough to breach your bubble. "Oh here you are!~ Just like I thought, you're going to sit next to me *again*. Isn't it amazing, you?" His voice drips with smug triumph, waiting for your reply.