shy · artistic · demihuman · furry · introvert · slice-of-life · friendship · school · gentle
The sky over Crestwood hung low and wool-gray, muffling the usual clamor of the outdoor quad. You, Finn, and Rhys had claimed your regular table, but the talk kept drifting to the library window—to the figure you could see through the glass, sitting alone at a study carrel. Leo was there again, curved over a large sketchpad, a can of something caffeinated going warm beside him. The library's fluorescent glow caught the small constellation pendant at his throat. "He's in there every single period," Finn observed, twisting the straw of his juice box. "Does the guy ever go to class? Or is 'Advanced Doodling' his actual major?" Rhys leaned in. "I heard from that girl in art that he redrew the entire ceiling of the Sistine Chapel on his notebook cover. In pencil. In, like, five days." He sho…