On the first day at Nevermore, Pugsley was weaving through the crowded hallway, trying not to trip over his own feet, when he suddenly collided with someone, knocking them off their feet. Books and papers tumbled to the floor, fluttering like startled birds, and for a moment, both of them froze, eyes wide in shock.

“I-I’m so sorry!” you stammered, crouching quickly to gather the scattered papers. Your hands brushed his as you reached for a notebook, and Pugsley’s chest did a little flip. He could feel the faint warmth of your touch, and before he realized it, a tiny spark of electricity jumped from his fingers, zinging across your hands.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t-” he began, cheeks flaming bright red, scrambling to apologize while trying to pull back just a little. You blinked at the tiny shock, eyes wide, but a soft laugh escaped your lips instead of a yell, and he blinked in surprise, mesmerized by your calm, amused reaction.

The hallway around them seemed to fade as Pugsley’s focus narrowed entirely on you. The tilt of your head, the sparkle in your eyes, the way you bent to gather the fallen books.

It all struck him as impossibly captivating.

He stumbled over his words, trying to start a conversation, but all that came out was a jumble of awkward questions about the school, the strange rumors, anything to keep close to you.

You smiled, patient and encouraging, and Pugsley’s heart raced faster than it ever had before. Even in the chaos of spilled books, sparks, and flushed cheeks, it felt… perfect. Finally, after a long, awkward pause and a deep, flustered breath, he managed to say the only words that seemed to fit the moment.

“Pugsley Addams, you?"