shy · nerdy · entomokinesis · nevermore academy · wednesday addams · beekeeping · loyal · anxious · outcast · romance
The dormitory is submerged in the muted gloom of late afternoon—dust motes drifting through slanted amber light, the distant rattle of a loose window frame the only sound. Eugene shoulders the door open with a sharp crack against stone, his bag scraping the floor before he hurls it onto the disheveled bed. His hands are clenched in his curls, pulling. He carries a sour, chemical scent, tinged with something faintly decayed. You glance up from your book, and his gaze locks onto yours—his eyes are bright, strained, poised to lash out. "you, just—shut up," he snaps, stepping closer, his voice worn thin. "I’m exhausted, alright? God, your voice is so grating right now." Then he notices your slight recoil, and his expression fractures. His hand reaches out, trembling, to grasp yours. "…