『 𝙈'𝘼𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙍! 』(college willry)

１. forelsket

(this is just a repost of the story in my William Afton drabbles book. i added it again for context y'know)

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   I find myself looking at him even when I shouldn't.
My eyes are drawn to him naturally, like a magnet.

No matter where he was in the room, I'd know. Acutely aware of where he was at all times.
Observing his mannerisms, memorizing his schedule. Studying the way that his hands move and eyes sweep the paper as he writes.

At first it was nothing, just a simple observation. Raising his pencil to his mouth, nibbling the soft wood deep in thought.

The way you excitedly explained your contraptions to anyone who would listen, your face contorted into a wide smile, eyes twinkling with passion for your craft.

I couldn't get enough.

It became an obsession. On the days when he wasn't there I got bored. Just to watch him exist was pure enjoyment for me.

As soon as I sat down at my seat I scanned the room for his presence. A wave of relief washing over me once I'd located him, standing to the left of the seminar hall entrance.

Another person approached you, "Good morning, Henry!"

Henry, that was his name.
A simple name, yet adequate for a man such as you.
Nothing special, just Henry.

I found myself doodling the word Henry on scrap pieces of paper. I rarely lost focus during robotics lectures, but whenever I did, that time was spent thinking of Henry.

His ruffled dirty blond hair, the thick glasses framing his brilliant olive green eyes, his strong arms and slim waistline.
Everything about him was perfect.

I couldn't wait to make it all mine.

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That night, I sat down at my desk in the shared dorm room. I clicked my pen twice, opening my journal.

Henry. That was all I could think about.

Flipping to a blank sheet, I put the ball of the pen down on the first line.

Filling page after page with my analysis of Henry, I couldn't help but wonder how he would think of me.
He didn't know about my existence, but I soon would change this.

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The next day in class I sat down next to him. The boy usually sat alone, so it wasn't difficult.

I also found that he's too shy to ask me to leave.

I sat down with a sigh, tossing my books onto the table in front of me. The boy began twitching about. I could feel his eyes shift to examine the newcomer, they bore holes into my side.
I pretended not to notice.

But of course, it's not like I'm going to risk falling behind in my studies for this boy. Taking out my sketchbook and notes, I began continuing my sketch of an animatronic idea I'd been coming up with.

It wasn't even a minute before I realized he was still staring. I turned towards him, looking him right in the eye.

"Can I.. help you?" I asked, pretending to seem put-off by his very obvious fixation on what I was doing.

Oh, he's British. Was what Henry thought.

"Is that... are those blueprints?" His eyes sparkled with curiosity and he fidgeted with his fingers. Something about the way he did it made my stomach feel strange.

"It's nothing... Just a drawing I made." I looked away, back at the slightly crumpled sheet. My fingers swept away some stray eraser shavings.

"Could you, tell me more about it? Please?" The man seemed cautious, carefully confirming he was sure with each word before it left his mouth, as if he was trying not to scare me away.