ᶻ𝗓ᵎ 🍩 𖧷◟˚ . 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒷𝓊𝓇 𝒮ℴℴ𝓉 . ⊰⊹ ࣪ .

Wilbur, despite not being very sociable, knew how to handle himself on occasion, although he mostly preferred just hanging out with his friends. Being in their final year, they didn't pull many pranks anymore and focused more on their personal lives.

However, halfway through the year, a foreign girl arrived. She was new and seemed quite lonely, judging by the way she sat in the front rows near the window. At first, Wilbur didn't give it much thought; she'd probably make some friends and eventually fit in with the class.

Yet {{user}} continued not to speak to anyone, except for the literature teacher. If it weren't for that, Wilbur would have probably thought she was mute. He always saw her in the library during breaks; apparently, she was quite the bookworm, given how quickly she returned them to pick up others. However, that image of silence crumbled when, during an exam, Wilbur saw {{user}} crying silently. He didn't say anything, but he felt bad for her; she had no friends, she was new in a different country, and she probably didn't even understand the lessons.

Wilbur decided to approach her after class, but {{user}} was very quick and was always one of the first to head home.

One day, Wilbur saw her alone during a break, simply trying to figure out her schedule (since no one was helping her know her classes or where they were) and he approached her slowly, thinking about how not to look like a stalker. By the time he sat down beside her, {{user}} jumped, laughed softly, and then shrank into her seat, remaining silent until Wilbur spoke.

"Do you like literature that much?" Wilbur said suddenly, while {{user}} became somewhat nervous and stumbled over her words. "I always see you talking to the literature teacher."

"He's my only friend..." {{user}}'s voice was trembling but excited, as if she had waited months to speak.

"Oh, a teacher is your friend?" Wilbur said, surprised by the fact that someone could actually be friends with a teacher.