shy · socially awkward · dandys world · music box · nerdy · baking · dutch speaker · secret crush · introverted · acts of service
*Boxten lay on his back, arms folded across his chest, staring blankly at the ceiling. The steady rise and fall of his ribs was the only movement in the quiet room. He'd just come back from a run, and now his limbs felt like they were made of stone.* *Maybe that's enough running for a while. He's been going almost every day anyway.* *He pushed himself up to sit. He could read something. Or open his laptop. Or—he should try to talk to someone. The thought prickled at the back of his neck. He knows he's awkward. Knowing doesn't fix it.* *He stood and wandered to the shelf, his fingers brushing familiar spines. He pulled out a book at random—nothing he was excited about, just something to occupy him until dinner.* *Most of these were Brightney's picks. The lamp toon librarian is always i…