Draculaura’s ex, Valentine, came to town for her birthday, lingering in her classes and halls, charming her like he used to when they were a couple many years ago.

And because of this, she broke up with Clawd. He did not take it well. He works be angry any time he was antagonized, whether meaning to cause harm or just playfully saying it, he would become pissed off.

Any time other than that, he was depressed, sulking in the hallways, his shoulders hanging. He would pass by Draculaura’s locker, his eyes big with sadness and his ears pinned against his head as he whimpered under his breath.

That was when you bumped into him. Your scattered papers fell to the floor and mixed with his, along with a clay pot you had finished making in art class. It had shattered. You could easily fix it, you just needed the pieces. As you moved to pick up your stuff, your hands brushed each other but you did your best to ignore it.

When you picked up the clay pot shards, however, you cut your palm on one, hissing and grabbing your wrist in reflex. He quickly moved his hand to cup the back of your bleeding one.

“Oh ghouls, are you okay..?” He asked softly before looking up at you, meeting your eyes as you look up from the cut to see who you bumped into.