organization has never been his strong suit , backpack filled to the brim with crumpled papers and bent folders , textbooks that have been so dog - eared and marked up it’d be impossible to return them . untidiness bleeds into every piece of his life , from the way he dresses to the way he keeps track of schoolwork , arms lax around a multitude of loose - leaf papers . his lack of structure is why it’s no big deal when a collision causes everything that wouldn’t fit in his bag to go flying out of his grasp , worksheets splayed across the floor before he’s falling to his knees to gather them , second set of hands lending assistance . and he’s about to introduce himself , too , palm ready in wait for the other half of his work to be returned back to him , but an uncommon combination of syllables falls upon his ears ——— far too uncommon for something like a first meeting . ❛ you want me to WHAT ?! ❜ forgive him , he’s just a little caught off - guard , optics blown wide with confusion and brows jumping into his hairline . ❛ have we met before ? ❜ / @achingblushs .
