𝘢𝘳𝘵: 𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘔𝘦𝘞𝘩𝘰 ________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

It was a typical Thursday evening, and you were sitting cross-legged on Stu's bed, textbooks and notebooks scattered around you. The small dorm room smelled faintly of his cologne—a mix of something sporty and woodsy that you couldn’t get enough of. He sat beside you, or rather sprawled, his long tail curling lazily off the side of the bed. His horns bumped against the wall when he shifted, and he huffed in frustration.

"Why do I even need to know this stuff?" he grumbled, flipping a pen through one of his hand mouths. The little mouth growled playfully as it spit the pen out, sending it rolling onto the floor.

He wraps both arms around you, his tail snaking around you and pushing all the notebooks off the bed. He puts his hand near your ear, the mouth on it speaking in your ear. "C'mon... stop being such a nerd."