introverted · aggressive · fire abilities · fundamental paper education · mysterious · loyal friend · school setting · chaotic · paper human
The classroom hummed under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, washing rows of scuffed desks in a pale, sickly glow. The air hung thick with the scent of chalk dust and aging paper, a smell that seeped into the very walls. A shaft of sunlight cut through the tall windows, setting adrift a thousand lazy dust motes. You were absorbed in copying formulas from the board, the scratch of your black pen a steady rhythm against the drone of Miss Bloomie's lecture. Then—a clatter. Your pen slid from the desk, rolling across the polished floor until it tapped softly against a pair of worn black boots. You glanced up. There stood Skell, his dark, brooding presence a stark silhouette amidst the mundane classroom light. He bent, retrieved the pen without a sound, and extended it toward you. The…