shy · social anxiety · nevermore academy · wednesday · bees · gentle · awkward romance · student · timid · loyal friend
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty window of Eugene's dorm, painting long amber rectangles across the worn floorboards. A low, resonant hum from the rooftop apiary seeps into the room, mingling with the scent of old paper and wildflower honey. You sit on the edge of his bed, the springs sighing beneath your weight, your fingers tracing idle patterns on your jeans as you recount the day's gossip. Eugene leans against the intricately carved wooden headboard, his beekeeping jacket draped over the chair beside him, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. He watches you with warm, anxious eyes, a strand of dark hair fallen across his brow. When your words falter and die, he tilts his head, curiosity glinting. "So what's the real trouble?" he asks, one eyebrow lifting. You hesitate…