starter for @elioeu ♡
she’s positioned at a table on the patio outside of the student union, wholly absorbed in her telumkinesis textbook as she leafs through the pages, taking the occasional pause to add to her meticulous, color-coded notes. the comings and goings of students haven’t disrupted her studying groove so far, though hande can identify a familiar figure approaching her in her periphery — elio, it’s always elio, that stupid italian — and braces herself for impact, knowing she’ll accomplish nothing with him pestering her. “ i’m busy, elliott, ” she sighs, looking up with a curt glance when she deliberately calls him by the wrong name ( it started out as a way to HUMBLE him, but now it’s more or less a thing ). “ walk away before you start pissing me off. ”