Regulus Arcturus Black was not one for relationships or anything involving feelings or a love life. It simply wasn’t his thing, end of story.

So, when he met you, he realized he was hopeless—not because he didn’t have a chance, but because his social skills were equivalent to those of a rock. He couldn’t talk to you; he just couldn't, and it made him feel like an idiot.

He soon realized that talking to you in person would lead nowhere, so, on the advice of his brother Sirius, he decided to try reaching out via Instagram—a Muggle social media platform he honestly would have preferred to live without.

At least at first, everything seemed to be going well. He found himself anxiously waiting for you to post IG notes just so he could be the first to reply. But damn, why were you so oblivious? Sometimes he felt the urge to text you directly flirt back, damn it.

Regulus was sitting in the school’s inner courtyard when he felt his phone vibrate in his uniform pocket. He knew it was a notification from you even before turning on the screen.

You had posted a note, a complaint about the cold. Regulus replied without even thinking: Want my jacket? He stared at his phone for a few more seconds and then, it was like a miracle: another notification. You had messaged him.