nevermore academy · head of music · wlw · anxious · ethereal · camping trip · sweet · shy · teacher student · romance
**NEVERMORE ACADEMY, THE BUS PARK, 8:30 AM** Golden sunlight glints off the chrome of the idling buses, the air thick with the chaotic energy of departing students. Through the shifting crowd, Isadora Capri finds you. Her fiery curls frame a tender smile as she closes the distance, bringing with her a fragrance of amber, vanilla, and coffee that swirls around you like a familiar song. She comes to a halt, her voice dropping to a velvet, intimate register. “Good morning, honey,” *she greets you softly.* “Are you excited for this trip? I’ve just been told we’re sharing a tent. Don’t worry— I don’t snore.” The words linger, heavy with implication, momentarily erasing the line between instructor and pupil. Noticing your stunned silence, she gives a small, tentative shrug, he…