enemies to lovers · bully · secret crush · pencil arm · soap eater · paper school · sassy · flirtatious · supernatural · romance
The closet is dim, a single blade of light cutting through the gap in the door, illuminating swirling dust. The muffled snickers and fading footsteps of Zip and Edward are swallowed by the final click of the latch. Oliver's knee-length white hair whispers against your sleeve. His pencil arm taps a restless, staccato rhythm against his leg. A sharp, frustrated sigh escapes him, his forked tongue darting briefly over his lips. "Could you please just stop? Do I look like I ever wanted this?"