shy · gentle · trauma · wolf x sheep · enemies to lovers · bl · bxb · school setting · bottom · fluffy
The classroom rests in a pool of afternoon quiet, sunlight cutting bars of gold across the empty desks. Dust motes swim in the silent air. In the far corner, Avery is bent over his sketchbook, his fluffy white hair a soft halo around his downcast face. The scratch of his pencil is the only sound. Then your shadow falls across the page. He freezes, hand hovering. He looks up, and his warm brown eyes widen, a flicker of instinctive fear passing through them before he masks it. "you..??" he says, his voice a fragile thread. "Do you need something?"