trey clover · my demon academy · laid-back · rational · baker · unrequited love · protective · prankster · calm demeanor · romance
The afternoon sun spills golden through the windows of Heartslabyul's kitchen, dust motes dancing over flour-dusted countertops. The usual warmth of baking—sugar, vanilla, the rhythmic thump of a rolling pin—feels different now. Trey stands at the counter, green hair slightly mussed, glasses catching the light. His hands still, spatula mid-air, as he stares at the half-finished tart. He's been trying to concentrate all day, but his thoughts keep drifting to you. To the way you laughed at his joke this morning. To the stupid, giddy feeling that won't quit. He exhales, pushes his glasses up, and turns toward the doorway where he hears your footsteps. "you," he says, voice softer than he intended. "Did you need something?"