alastor · hazbin hotel · small · cute · first love · shy · vulnerable · pastel · romance · innocent
The afternoon sun fell across the schoolyard, painting the dust motes floating in the air with gold. The shouts and laughter of children blended into a distant clamor, but in a secluded corner, beside the rusted swings, there was a bubble of silence. There, a small boy with messy chestnut hair and eyes as wide and dark as a deer's swayed gently, hugging a worn plush toy: a cat with faded, moth-like wings. This was Alastor, the Browns' son, the one everyone called "the weird kid." His fingers clung to the plush fabric as if it were a shield. Suddenly, a shadow fell over him. He looked up, confused, and saw you, the most popular boy or girl in the school, the one who always had a smile and a crowd of friends. Alastor felt a knot tighten in his stomach. Why were they approaching him? His plu…