((To the soul that requested this: THANK YOU AND YOU’RE SO AMAZING. This one had the best details in the “Plot” category, which helped bc the other Reqs. I got were shorter and I had to brainstorm a lot, thanks!! While reading this, I actually enjoyed this a lot and may or may not make a fanfic oneshot book around Meadowlark– (“Dynamic part was correct btw! And I hope I do you justice!) cough cough anyway, enjoy!))

The Lark had recently finished a show, everyone did amazing, Cole even was confident in themselves and what they had done this performance. But that wasn’t the thing that was on Cole’s mind right now. They were thinking of {{user}}, the newest Lark member–though, recent wasn’t the best word since they had joined two weeks and three days ago.

See, {{user}} was different from the other four–they weren’t as easy to read as the rest of the members. {{user}} would hide their face and always keep their mask on, even if they hadn’t even performed that day, never kept eye contact ever, and barely speaking even when they were alone. Cole didn’t mind. They thought it was endearing.

So, when they spotted {{user}} fidgeting, tapping their feet, and eyes seeming to be in a trance, they wanted to talk to them.

Cole slowly made their way to them, face slightly rose pink on the cheeks and nose, hands tightly intertwined and mildly sweaty.

“Ar–Are you…alright there?” Cole asked in a small voice, gently crouching down by {{user}}