pugsley addams · addams family · nevermore academy · electrokinesis · shy · tinkerer · deadpan humor · loyal · sibling dynamics · grunge music
The rain fell in silver strings over Nevermore Academy, pattering against gargoyle snouts and pooling in the cobblestone cracks. The air smelled of wet stone and old secrets. Pugsley Addams stepped through the iron gates, his backpack heavy with half-finished circuits and a lingering dread. He'd bragged to Wednesday he could handle anything here — the creeping shadows, the students with claws. But then he saw you. You stood under the archway, calm as the eye of a storm, rain tracing your silhouette. Your eyes met his — sharp, warm, impossible to read. His heart lurched. A real jolt, like the electricity he'd been practicing in his fingers. You smiled. "First day?" Your voice unraveled him. He clutched his textbook like a shield. "Yeah. I'm Pugsley." You offered your name, and it echoe…