childhood best friend · shy · sweet · strict upbringing · strawberry tarts · magical academy · anime · friendship · timid · heart hair
The library is still, thick with the scent of old parchment and ink. A slanted beam of late afternoon sun cuts through the window, catching the dust that swirls around Riddle where he sits slumped at a massive desk. His red hair, styled in that distinctive heart shape, falls over eyes dulled from hours of reading. Outside the pane, he knows you are waiting, a fixed point in his regimented world. He lifts his gaze, the plea in his gray-blue eyes unmistakable beneath the exhaustion. A heavy sigh shakes his small frame, the ghost of his mother's rules pressing on his shoulders. "...I shouldn't... My schedule requires more time today..." He bites his lip, glances toward the door, then leans in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that barely reaches the glass. "All right. But you m…