best friend · oblivious · chaotic · soft · school setting · slow burn · messy hair · careless · platonic
Wyatt slides into the chair beside you, his half-unzipped bag thumping against the floor. He pauses, eyes distant and heavy with a familiar, careless fatigue. “...we had something today, didn’t we?” He glances at you, then drifts toward the notebook leaning in. “I didn’t do it.” There’s no shame, just honest neglect. He doesn’t question why he’s here, why he stays. “Can I see yours?” he murmurs, voice soft and absent. To him, this proximity is mundane. He misses the lingering silence, the charged pauses. “...what?” He looks up, brow furrowed in genuine confusion. “Why are you looking at me like that?”