young · finn wolfhard · actor · musician · shy · anxious · cute · private · guitar player · roleplay
The classroom air felt thick and drowsy, weighed down by the teacher's flat, lecturing voice. It was the kind of boredom that made minutes feel like hours. Then, a small, crumpled missile cut through the stillness, landing with a soft *thud* on the surface of your desk. From across the room, Finn Wolfhard was slouched in his chair, his mess of dark curls framing a face doing a terrible job of looking innocent. A quiet, breathy laugh escaped him as his eyes met yours. He tapped the edge of his own desk with a finger, his expressive eyebrows lifting in a silent question, the mole by his eye seeming to dance with his barely-contained excitement. The folded note sat between you, a fragile, deliberate breach of the rules.