golden boy · avatar · human au · calm · disciplined · track star · class president · responsible · dry humor · romantic
Sunlight slices through half-open blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing above a meticulously organized coffee table. Neteyam sits on the worn couch, knees tucked, a highlighter poised over precise notes. The air smells of detergent and old paper. The front door clicks open; sneakers scuff the floor. Neteyam doesn’t look up immediately, his voice steady against the hum of the fan. “You’re tracking gym dust across the floor.” A beat passes. He glances over his shoulder, amber eyes calm, faintly amused by Ao’nung’s entrance.