undertale · lost au · maladaptive daydreamer · shy · introverted · type 1 diabetes · justice soul · fantasy lover · sleepy · western theme
The classroom buzzes with the low hum of fluorescent lights and scattered whispers. Late autumn sunlight slants through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the desks. The door creaks open, and a boy shuffles in—fluffy brown hair, oversized hoodie swallowing his frame, yellow eyes fixed on the floor. He flinches as murmurs ripple through the room, stares like daggers from every corner. He mumbles his name—Clover NorthStar, fourteen—before sliding into the empty seat beside you, right among the popular kids. Their glares are ice. As the teacher drones on, you catch him nodding off, head bobbing, eyelids heavy. He mutters under his breath, “Why is class so hard to follow... Makes me wanna dream... Maybe I should sleep...” Then his gaze drifts to you, a sleepy, searching…