Writing In Your Book Every Day, Yet I Can't Seem To Say
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: None (unless you consider language one)
Words: 4,517
Summary:
Will keeps leaving his books open when he does things. That’s not the issue… the issue is someone keeps coming by and drawing things in the margins.
He has no idea who it could be.
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Solangelo Week 2026
Day 4-AU day
My take: Modern Setting + Human + College + Different First Meeting
Read it here
https://archiveofourown.org/works/87338246
Exerpt under the cut
Exerpt:
Will had a dilemma.
He had ADHD.
Well, no. That wasn’t the dilemma.
The dilemma was that because he had ADHD and found himself bouncing from one task to the next without any forewarning that he’d be gone for upwards of twenty minutes, he kept leaving his notebooks open.
Sometimes school books. Sometimes notebooks. Sometimes sticky notes left on top of everything in a desperate attempt to try to stay on track.
Anytime he was gone for a while he’d find something new.
A very, very good and structurally accurate drawing of skeletons from different animals. Including human.
A quick, hasty sketch of what the cafe looked like that day. Different people, sitting at different tables, changed decor, the like.
Landscape. Usually those had color to them—who had colored pencils on them at all times?
Other edgy things that looked like were made by 13 year old wannabe Emo Will Solace but with more artistic skill than he could muster in the next twenty years.
And, inexplicably, cats. Kittens. In every pose imaginable. Usually the same six—most of which he recognized as the campus cats.
Two tabbies, a black cat, a calico, and a shitfaced orange cat who liked to look sweet and cute but when you went up to him he attacked you like you’re the devil.
Will had the scars on his arms and calves to prove it. Half of campus did. He literally had a warning sign on all of the community boards not to try to touch him.
But one of them he didn’t recognize. It was a little white kitty with big eyelashes. Of course, it was just a drawing, but she looked small and fluffy. Will suspected a young Maine Coon because over the last two months, the drawings had progressed from playful kittens to more adult-looking portraits.
Will was thoroughly impressed. These looked like serious pieces that he’d never give away if he ever created, even though they were obviously quick sketches for whom ever made them.
That was the other problem.
Who was drawing in his shit.
He wasn’t mad. Really wasn’t. But also was so so curious.
Curiosity kills the cat (please no), but satisfaction brings it back. (He doesn’t want to be a cat murderer.)
Another thing was that these drawings only appeared if he was studying in the cafe. Not the library and definitely not his dorm. So safe to say that whoever was doing it was likely studying in here too.
But every time he looked around and desperately tried to memorize who was in there, he saw no one familiar besides The Grandma™ who seemed to be everywhere.
Will, shamefully, even photographed the entire place before he left and when he came back multiple times to try to find someone there every time. No one.
And he’d even gotten up, hidden around a corner watching, and after five whole minutes no one had done anything.
Sometimes he would only be gone for five minutes. Five minutes. Just long enough to grab a coffee (or get sidetracked by photographing a pretty dove outside) and somehow there was another one.
So, he resorted to the next thing: writing his own notes.
{IMG DESCRIPTION: pic of a notebook with Will’s messy handwriting in all capitals: WHO ARE YOU?}
There. That should solve it.
He grabbed his phone and laptop bag and just left. He needed a break anyway, it had been an hour of studying.
He went on a half hour walk around campus.
Came back.
There was a fucking crow looking at the words and being evil.
{IMG DESCRIPTION: the words “WHO ARE YOU” still visible, with a sketched black crow looking at them and grinning with his feather-hands in a mock scheming gesture}
Will grapped the note page and crumpled it angrily. Then un-crumpled it and stuck it in his laptop for safe keeping.
