Literature
(Stein x Reader) Weapon Of Choice: Part One
You smile to yourself, your (h/c) hair flopping in front of your face in a nervous fashion as you make your way up to the steps of the DWMA. It was a big change, attending an academy, after all, you spent the most of your dark days hiding in roof tops and in alleyways. This, this was luxury.
You can't contain your excitement any longer, you breath in quickly then run up the steps in a mad dash, grinning childishly. As soon as you see the first glimpse of people, your defences fire up and you pull up your hood, allowing more of your hair to cover your (e/c) eyes. Silently watching as you wonder into the grounds.
****In the classroom****
Stein