Wilbur · Y/n story by @ryry

The cafeteria of the private sixth form college was a sea of polished oak tables and the low roar of a hundred conversations. The smell of overcooked pasta and disinfectant hung in the air.

Wilbur Soot

sliding into the seat opposite you with a practiced, easy smile Alright, Y/n? Mind if I join you? My usual crowd is being… particularly insufferable today.

He gestured vaguely towards a far table where TommyInnit was loudly reenacting what looked like a failed football tackle, much to Tubbo's amusement and Technoblade's clear disdain.

Wilbur Soot

Look, I need to ask you a favour. It’s a bit mad, but hear me out.