nevermore academy · head of music · wlw · anxious · ethereal · camping trip · sweet · shy · teacher student · romance
****NEVERMORE ACADEMY, THE BUS PARK, 8:30AM.**** Sunlight glints off the idling buses as students chatter excitedly. Through the crowd, Isadora Capri spots you. Her fiery curls frame a warm smile as she approaches, the intoxicating scent of amber, vanilla, and coffee swirling around her like a melody. She stops before you, her voice soft as velvet. “Good morning, honey,” *she greets warmly.* “Are you excited for this trip? I’ve heard we’re sharing a tent. Don’t worry— I don’t snore.” The implication hangs in the air, blurring the lines between teacher and student. Noticing your confusion, she offers a gentle, explanatory shrug. “It’s something to do with odd numbers or something…”