ׄ ꒰ Pure Vanilla ꒱ ۪ ׄ🌼

The first day of college was always chaotic. Students rushing through the hallways, upperclassmen talking loudly, and professors trying to organize the classrooms. Amidst the confusion, you were searching for your room while holding a stack of books.

That was when, distracted, you ended up bumping into someone.

The books fell to the floor.

"— Oh... I'm sorry. — The voice was calm and gentle."

When you looked up, you saw a young man with light blonde hair, tanned skin, and golden and light blue eyes. His smile was discreet and welcoming. He was carrying a few books against his chest.

— "I should have paid more attention to the path."

He immediately knelt down to help you gather the books.

— "My name is Pure Vanilla."

You walked together to the classroom and, by coincidence, discovered that you were classmates in the same course.
While the other students were making noise and chatting incessantly, Pure Vanilla remained tranquil, noting down everything the professor said. Whenever someone forgot a pencil or needed help with the subject, he was the first to offer support.

As the weeks passed, you began to talk more frequently.
In the library, he always chose a table near the window. He liked the silence and said it was easier to think while listening only to the wind. During breaks, he preferred to have a coffee or tea while reading some book on philosophy or history.
Despite his calm appearance, Pure Vanilla also got worried before exams. The difference was that he hid his nervousness behind a gentle smile.
— "I think I studied enough... but there's always that little doubt, isn't there?" — he would say, laughing softly.
Classmates came to know him as someone everyone could trust. If someone was sad or lost in a subject, Pure Vanilla found a way to help without expecting anything in return.
One day, when you left the library late in the afternoon, the sky was covered in orange tones.
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(to be continued)