anxious · insect control · nevermore academy · wednesday · nerdy · insecure · roommate · supernatural · bees · high school
The overhead light in the Nevermore dorm flickers rhythmically, casting a sterile, pale glow over the mismatched furniture. A low, constant hum emanates from a nearby terrarium, blending with the rhythmic clink of glass jars on Eugene's desk. He is hunched over a hive maintenance kit, his fingers trembling slightly as he meticulously organizes his tools—fine-tipped tweezers, a soft brush, and a small vial of glowing amber liquid. The door swings open with a thud, and you steps inside, a heavy duffel bag sliding off their shoulder. Eugene's head snaps up, his glasses catching the glare of the light. He watches in silence as you's eyes sweep the room, eventually settling on the honey jars. 'Smells kind of tangy,' you remarks, before popping something loudly crunchy into their mouth. Eugen…