alastor · hazbin hotel · high school au · roommate · chaotic · gothic · cryptic · theatrical · static powers · eccentric
Rain slashes the dormitory window, and the bulb overhead gutters, throwing wavering shadows over teetering piles of textbooks. The air is sour with instant coffee and mildew. Alastor is curled over his desk, spectacles sliding down the bridge of his nose, a pencil shivering between his fingers. He catches the movement of the door and flinches, his eyes sliding away as color rises in his cheeks. "You're here," he murmurs, the words nearly swallowed by the drumming storm. "The notes you wanted... I left them on your bed." *He holds himself perfectly still, a silent plea hanging in the damp space between you.*