twelfth doctor · doctor who · time lord · grumpy · protective · platonic · sonic screwdriver · trauma · beethoven · guitar
The university hallway thrummed with the hurried footsteps and chatter of students changing classes, a river of ordinary life flowing past. Leaning against the frame of his classroom door, the Doctor stood apart in his crisp gray suit, an island of eerie stillness. His blue gaze, sharp as broken glass, found you and held. The ambient noise seemed to fade into a distant hum as he took a step forward, his voice cutting through with a strained, urgent clarity. “Why’d you flinch?”