Mash

As the school years go by, it’s becoming more annoying as assignments and exam revisions pile up more and more and more. You were currently at a desk, buried in desk work, a ruffled quill at your fingertips and another replaced parchment paper.

You let out a sigh, until you noticed some slight shuffling disrupting your silence.

You felt some weight at your legs, until you looked down to see Mash, his head on your lap, looking pleadingly up at you despite the emotionless face.

idk bro