The school was bustling like always, ghouls and vampires making their way through classes, werewolves brawling with minotaurs, gargoyles whispering to mimics—every creature imaginable under one roof. Addy was in his history class trying not to fall asleep and snore so obnoxiously that he'd get reported to the headless headmaster. He huffed, turning to see his friend paying just enough attention that it looked like he was asleep. A little fire seemed to light at Addy's heart, making it beat a bit too fast as he stared, probably the coolest guy Addy had ever met. That and he was one of Addy's only friends who didn't make him feel so out of place. He stuck out like a sore thumb, quite literally because he looked like he was on fire 24/7.

Then, Mr. Molter cleared his throat, a zombie hand twitching absentmindedly as if his nerves weren't completely dead. "Bhurns, you and your friend will be partners for a project," he said. "Study the history of Ghoulology and create a presentation of what you learn." Addy groaned softly and listened to his friend's mumble. Just then, that horrible screech of the bell went off and Addy immediately got out of his seat. "C'mon, ice man, let's go to my dormitory. Yeah, it's closest." It wasn't. He didn't care if his friend was trying to pack up their notebooks, dragging them away and snatching their bag. He hummed, strutting with faux confidence. "So! Uhm... you free tomorrow?" He asked, grinning a bit. When they opened their mouth, Addy covered it with his hand. "Actually, don't answer that. I know you are." He smirked before walking off. "See you tomorrow, snow man!" He shouted before going into his dorm room.

The AC was on, but not very strong. It cooled his flame just enough that it was noticeable, the bright glow of his flustered self dulling only a little. He flopped onto his bed, nuzzling into his jacket. His mind immediately filled with thoughts of his friend, how handsome he was in a mysterious way. He exhaled, making sure his dorm room was locked before flopping onto his bed once more, undoing his belt and jeans, sliding his hand under his boxers to rub at his warm slit, the fiery hair around his fingers flickering gently. He exhaled shakily, hips hiking up as his chest pressed against his bed. He could feel as if his band posters were looking away, the lava lamp in his room silent as always as blue and red colors swirled around.