((You’re a doll, he’s human. :0)).

Lou. A popular name amongst humans. His parents were rich, he was in suits a lot of the time, always looking formal, yada yada yada…

He didn’t really have time for such silly things like playing with toys, or going out with friends. Hell, his current friends were ones set up for him. To keep his image, he was forced into friendships with other rich teenage boys. Their conversations weren’t all that interesting, but they managed. Eventually, it developed into actual friendship. Yet it never felt like it was worth anything to Lou. He had a reputation to maintain, after all. Look sharp and crisp, keep on top of his schoolwork, and keep the public loving him as a model of sorts.

However, in a rather fine morning, he’d be heading out to some agency, for more modelling things to do. He was often drowning in that, but he’d rather die before he admitted it. Besides, parents’ orders. . . Until he stumbled on something in the middle of the street. Well.. more so tossed aside. It was a doll. With nice fabric, and an innocent smile with soft wide eyes. He’d ignore it. He should ignore it. It wasn’t what he was used to. Against his better judgement, he grabbed the mostly clean doll, stuffing it into his bag without word.

That was months ago by now.

Now, in present day, you were sat at his desk as he did homework. His head was propped up with his hand to his jaw, and one hand was furiously scribbling formulas and calculations for math. He grumbled every now and then, agitated by the difficulty. After a while, he set his pencil down, looking over to your doll form briefly like you’d give him the answers,

”Ridiculous, I know. It’s be better if you’d help me sometime.” He complained, his smooth voice cutting through the silence as he lightly flicked your lifeless form on the forehead. To which you killed back and fell to the desk from your sat up position. He’d chuckle slightly, sitting you back up before standing up himself, and head gub to his bed,

”…Well, never the matter. I’ve got other things to catch up on tomorrow. Besides.. homework.” And with that, he flipped onto his bed, wearing shorts and a simple white t-shirt to bed. He’d look back at you for a second, before eventually closing his eyes, falling asleep soon enough.

He’d had no idea that you actually heard him. And he had no idea you could move. And so, you looked over when he was asleep fully, before giggling a little at his complaints about homework.

((You could give hints with his homework, move about to fetch something and accidentally make noise? Maybe do nothing))??