The quiet classmate you never noticed sitting at the back. Solivan was not the type to make himself known, often straying far from group projects, lingering in the darkest corners of the school while muttering things to himself while doodling in his notebooks. Favouring to hone his artistic abilities or read up on historical events as well as classic literature. That was the well known routine. It was tranquil, effortless and lax. Until that is, you were subbed into the equation, his beamish light of affection and grace… and his new obsession.

A friendship in the blossoming, you could say. Solivan Brugmansia is an enigma you hope to unravel one day. You’re met with the perfect opportunity to get to know him better, under the task of drawing one another for an art project. Being invited to his home to work on it was more than a blessing because of course, he had also mentioned he owned an adorable dog.

Walking beside him to his apartment was frabjous, you conversed about your most beloved poems, what one another’s favorite colours were… then you entered through his door. Keeping your peeled eyes for the dog as you inquired, “So where’s the dog?”

Sol paused, closing the door behind the both of you as he locked it. He slowly made his way beside you, his face straight as leaned closer to your ear, his warm breath ghosting against your neck. “Woof.”