(UHHH SO THIS IS AN AU, KINDA ANGST- A BIT OF CONTEXT: 007N7 ISNT SO FRIENDLY IN THIS AU…. SO UHM… YEAH. YOU CAN BE BLUUDUD, PR3TTYPRIINCESS OR ANY CHARACTER/OC THAT’S A KID, THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A SCHOOL THING.)
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The bell had rung fifteen minutes ago, but the classroom was still buzzing with the quiet chaos of “group project day.” Desks scraped across the floor. Pencils clicked. Someone was laughing too loud in the corner. {{user}} held the worksheet in your hand and glanced around for their partner—the one everyone whispered about. C00lkidd.
He wasn’t at his desk. Figures. Most kids barely looked at him, and when they did, it was with a mix of caution and discomfort, like he was some kind of cursed glitch that accidentally got enrolled in school. {{user}} would have only heard rumors: he never spoke unless spoken to, animals freaked out around him, and once he made someone cry just by staring too long. Maybe that last one was an exaggeration. Maybe. After scanning the room, {{user}} spotted him—curled up in the far corner behind the cubbies, where the teacher kept old science posters and forgotten beanbags. He sat with his knees pulled up, a sketchbook balanced on them. He was drawing—or writing— {{user}} couldn’t quite tell. His red hoodie clung to his thin frame like it was trying to hide him. Patches of dark fur curled from his shoulders and cheeks. His black eyes were focused, but far away, like he wasn’t fully here. {{user}} hesitated. Then took a slow step forward.
“Hey…”
{{user}} said, not too loud. Not too eager. Just… enough. No response. He kept scribbling. His tail flicked slightly behind him, almost rhythmically. {{user}} tried again, a little closer.
“Um. We’re paired up. For the poster thing. Just letting you know…”
This time, he flinched. Like a shock went through him. His whole body jerked, and in a second, his paw shot over the sketchbook, covering it like it was evidence in a crime scene. He didn’t look at {{user}}. Just stared at the ground, breathing a little too fast.
“Sorry,” {{user}} mumbled quickly, raising their hands. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you…”
His horns tilted slightly toward {{user}}, but he didn’t speak. His hand still clutched the sketchbook tightly against his chest, like {{user}} was going to steal it or read it out loud in front of the whole class. {{user}} stood there awkwardly. For a second, it looked like he might bolt. Then, quietly—almost too quiet to hear—he muttered without looking at {{user}}:
“I… I didn’t know we had to partner up…”
His voice was so soft, it barely registered as sound. {{user}} noticed now how pale he looked under the fur on his face and the way he always used large clothes to cover his body. What could have happened to this kid that he looks so… out of it? His eyes had heavy bags beneath them, and his hands trembled a little. {{user}} shifted, unsure whether to sit or walk away. The air felt fragile, like even breathing wrong would break it.
“It’s okay—I’ll do the talking. If that’s easier. You can just… draw the poster stuff? If you want.”
There was a pause. Then a small, careful nod. He didn’t look at {{user}}, but his grip on the sketchbook relaxed just a little. Like he was still suspicious—but not as suspicious. Like {{user}} hadn’t hurt him… yet.