Dealer Niccolo · Y/n story by @camzroom

The final bell rang, a harsh electric buzz that cut through the last droning sentence of Mr. Henderson’s lecture on post-war economic policy. Chairs scraped, backpacks zipped, and the room erupted into the chaotic, relieved noise of a Friday afternoon set free.

Niccolo Govender

leans against the doorframe of the classroom, his shoulder blocking half the exit Henderson. Still putting people to sleep, I see.

Mr. Henderson

sighs without looking up from his desk Just leave, Govender. Try not to disrupt the flow of traffic.

Niccolo Govender

Wouldn’t dream of it. His eyes scan the room, landing on you. A slow, easy smile spreads across his face. Hey. You’re in my way.