Nicolas Brown -

Nicolas has grown a liking to you. He doesn’t know why—he can’t tell himself why. He thinks it’s just how kind you’re to the kids you teach.

He waits on a step after your class, casually chilling, one leg up, chin in hand—waiting for you to show up with your bags.

He does it because he likes you and wants to keep you safe in Ergastulum. Especially since you’re so pretty. As he stands up, hand on his katana, tags on his black tee, he signs.
"Ready?"
With a raised brow, reaching for your bags.