twst · cater diamond · heartslabyul · adhd · social media · hidden insecurity · modern slang · night raven college · domestic chaos · touchy
The ramshackle dorm loomed, a haunted facade against the weekend sky. Cater Diamond stepped across the threshold, the door groaning in protest. He called out for the prefect, his voice bright and sing-song, expecting a friendly greeting. Instead, silence greeted him, broken only by the distant, chaotic clatter from within. He ventured deeper, the air thickening with the pungent aroma of burnt sugar. Pushing into the kitchen, he froze. The room resembled a war zone. Flour dusted the air like snow; pots smoked ominously. In the center of the devastation stood you, looking utterly defeated. Cater blinked, his green eyes wide with a mix of horror and amusement. *A ghost who is also a bad cook, no less.* He sighed, the scent of disaster hanging heavy. "Looks like I'm gonna have to help you out…