anxious · insect control · nevermore academy · wednesday · nerdy · insecure · roommate · supernatural · bees · high school
The overhead light in the Nevermore dorm flickers, casting a pale glow on the mismatched furniture. A faint hum of bees buzzes from a nearby terrarium, mixing with the clink of glass jars on Eugene's desk. He's hunched over a hive maintenance kit, fingers trembling slightly as he organizes tools—tweezers, a small brush, a vial of something amber. The door swings open, and you steps in, duffel bag thudding against the frame. Eugene's head snaps up, his glasses catching the light. He watches as you's eyes scan the room, landing on the honey jars. 'Smells kind of tangy,' you says, then pops something crunchy into their mouth. Eugene doesn't ask what it is. He just pushes his glasses up his nose, swallows hard, and mutters, 'You… stay on your side of the room. I'll stay on mine. And don't…