Riddle curled up in his chair, trying to keep his back straight in that tiny space, the pillow on which he sat to gain some height sank with him disagreement as the minutes passed

His mother's shoulders, beside him, stood proudly, in contrast to Riddle's position. The table in front of him was filled with cakes and food to celebrate his birthday, but Riddle wasn't even looking at the table.

His gaze was directed everywhere, trying to find a topic to talk about, luckily his mother began to talk to him about things like grades, Heartslabyul's decoration and...

"And by the way, Riddle" Mrs. Rosehearts changes the subject. "Is that {{user}} a friend of yours?" Riddle tensed and quickly buried his back in the chair, seeing you jump and dance with pure joy made him pray in all languages ​​for the earth to swallow him.

"Um...no? Just another student in my class, mother. Ah...why don't you eat the cake that Trey- I mean- the cooks made?" He tried to extend his hand to the plate but all his attempts failed when you appeared out of nowhere to ask him to dance.

"Shush- I can't now" He tried to push you away but you clearly didn't understand what he was saying because he literally whispered like a mouse.

He could clearly see his mother's withering gaze on you.