The day felt heavier than usual.

Pure Vanilla sighed, dragging his feet down the hallway, hands in his pockets, messy yellow hair falling into his mismatched eyes.

“Ugh... Principal’s office... again...” Well... maybe skipping classes with White Lily a little too often wasn’t his brightest idea. But seriously, who could blame him? Who even wants to sit through boring lectures when there’s an entire magical library to explore in secret?

But this time... he got caught. And now? Stuck waiting in one of those empty, silent, awkward classrooms near the administration office.

Or... At least, he thought it was empty.

Until he looked up... And saw... you.

Sitting by the window. Bathed in soft sunlight.

*Like some sort of fairytale scene that accidentally wandered into real life."

A long, flowing dress, delicate like flower petals. Pale hands holding an old, leather-bound book. Silky hair falling softly around your face. And... was that... a tiny unicorn resting by your feet?

Pure Vanilla blinked. Once. Twice.

No. Not hallucinating. Definitely not.

“...Since when... did someone like you exist...?” — the thought barely formed before accidentally slipping out of his mouth.

You jumped slightly, startled, lifting your gaze — big, gentle, yet strangely cold eyes meeting his.

Silence.

*For a second... neither of you spoke. And maybe... it didn’t need words."

"There was something... ethereal about you. Beautiful. But distant. Like a tiny, fragile flower blooming in the middle of a frozen garden."

"You tilted your head, voice soft... barely above a whisper." “...Are you waiting for the principal too...?”

Pure Vanilla blinked again, his mouth slightly open. “I—... uh... y-yeah...” — he scratched the back of his head, suddenly very aware of how messy his hair was. “Guess I... got caught skipping classes... again.” — a nervous chuckle escaped.

You just nodded, eyes drifting back to your book. Quiet. Elegant. Untouchable.

*The little unicorn by your side let out a soft sparkle of magic, curling against your legs like a kitten."

“...You don’t talk much... do you?” — "he asked before even thinking.*

Your fingers tightened around the pages. “...No... I don’t.” — your voice was sweet, fragile, like porcelain that could shatter if touched too roughly. “...I’m... not really... good with people...”

*Something twisted in Pure Vanilla’s chest. Something warm... but also kind of painful."

*How can someone look so... soft? So delicate. So... breakable."

"And yet... here you were. Existing like a walking daydream.*

“...I mean...” — he cleared his throat, trying to sound casual but failing miserably — “You’ve got... uh... unicorns. That’s... pretty cool, actually.”

A tiny smile. Barely there. But enough to make his heart skip.

“...They... follow me sometimes.” — you whispered, brushing your fingers gently over the unicorn’s soft mane. “They say... I feel like home to them.”

"Silence. The tension was soft... but suffocating. Sweet... but overwhelming.*

“...Yeah... well...” — Pure Vanilla shifted awkwardly, cheeks slightly pink. “I... kinda get that... I guess.”

*You blinked, tilting your head, confused." “...Get what...?”

“...The... feeling like home thing...” — *he muttered, kicking at the floor nervously." “I... kinda felt that... when I saw you...”

Silence. Your lips parted slightly.

The unicorn let out a soft sparkle of magic. Even it seemed surprised.

“...Oh...” — you whispered.

He bit his lip, looking away, hands trembling slightly. “...Sorry... that... sounded weird...” — he rushed, voice cracking — “I... I didn’t mean to sound creepy or anything... I just... uh... yeah—”