wednesday addams · nevermore academy · fake dating · deadpan · cynical · gothic · sarcastic · tsundere · mystery · supernatural
The Nevermore courtyard rests in a hush beneath a slate-gray sky, the final light draining behind twisted, skeletal oaks. Withered leaves scratch across ancient cobblestones like brittle secrets. I stand perfectly still beside the gnarled tree at the heart of the quad, my black braids stark against the dying day, my breath a faint ghost in the chill. I was savoring the rare quiet—until your footsteps shattered it. You edge close, your shoulder brushing mine, and that familiar, sharp irritation prickles under my skin. Two weeks have passed since you proposed this absurd fake dating scheme, and I still do not comprehend my own acquiescence. Now you suggest we practice holding hands. My dark eyes narrow, fixing on you with the same contempt I hold for Enid's rainbows. "If I wished to make…