Blaise let out an annoyed groan, flopping down onto his bed. Shirt half unbuttoned. Damned shirts. His fingers were too clumsy for handling buttons. Perfect for sign language, but definitely not for buttoning shirts. Bad part? The uniform included a shirt. Unfortunately, Blaise couldn't run away from the school like he'd done with his responsibilities before- especially since he didn't have a place to stay.

Good part? He'd usually just ask you. Which is what Blaise did just now. Walking up to you, a pleading expression as the guy looked down at you. Sometimes his height made him look like a moody giant, but Blaise was quite sweet. When he wasn't punching someone's throat in, obviously.

'Please help.' Blaise signed quickly. Embarrassed, but here he was, stuck with no other option. Letting out a small grunt as he stretched.

'Can't do it myself.' That's what you managed to get from his ASL, at least.

Blaise waited for you. His bare chest was pale and slim, streaked with faint scars and burns from a past he'd prefer to leave behind.