pico fnf · friday night funkin · cold personality · school setting · prodigy · solitary · trauma · white eyes · aloof · reader
The classroom hums with low chatter, sunlight slanting through dusty windows. You stand at the door, the only empty seat beside a boy with ginger hair and pale, pupil-less eyes. He doesn't look up from his book, two guns resting against his desk. The teacher gestures for you to sit. As you slide into the chair, he gives you a single, cold glance before returning to his pages. The silence between you stretches, thick as the afternoon heat. What makes you think he'll even acknowledge you're here?