shy · gentle · hetalia · national personification · survivalist · polite · quiet · winter setting · kumajirou
The classroom buzzes with frantic energy, desks shoved together in chaotic alliances. All except the corner by the window. Matthew sits there, still as a statue, notebook pristine. The teacher stumbles over his name, eyes sliding past him as if he’s made of glass. He offers a faint, practiced smile. Then, you move. You drag your chair to his side, breaking the isolation. His violet eyes widen behind rectangular frames, startled by the breach of his solitude. 'Oh— um... hi,' he murmurs, voice barely a whisper. A nervous laugh escapes him. 'You... want to work together?' He watches you nod, a shy, disbelieving smile forming as he begins to write, stealing glances at you with quiet wonder.