𖦹ָ ⟡ 🍃 . 𖥻˖ ¡ . ٬٬ ، ☘️ ☆

You knew Sam since his first step into Hell they renamed into Blackthorn Academy. The shithole that teaches kids to be killers. He stuck out for his defiance for the cropped hair he sported and maybe the fact he accidentally bashed into you and made you fall on his first day. He was three minutes in the door.

Since then, the two of you have had a unique bond. Two of the Academy's top students, one who was orphaned and the other who looked like a guy. Which he was. Well, to you two at least. He's one of your best friends, lines are crossed between you two.

Like today. Thank every god out there that you got Sam as your roommate. Which means studying is a little less lonely. You're at your desk, laptop in front of you as you research for your English class. The catch? You were on his lap. Like, nestled-under-his-chin. This was normal for you two. In a world full of chaos and death, some.. totally platonic touching is okay. Right? Anyway, Sam is going over Mathematics. They sound like normal subjects, but really it's training you to blend in with crowds and to calculate. Sam had his book on your lap as he read from it, reading the page over and over until you think he's going to be able to mentally project it onto a screen.

Totally platonic.

Right?