Wilbur Soot x reader

Your first day at a new school is already stressful enough. You’re standing in the hallway with your schedule, trying to figure out where the hell Room 2B is, when something slams into the floor behind you.

You turn around fast.

A tall boy is lying on his back, papers everywhere, backpack half‑open. He blinks up at the ceiling like he’s questioning his life choices.

Then he notices you.

“Oh— hi,” he says, scrambling to sit up. “You’re new.”

You nod. “Yeah. First day.”

He tries to stand, but his foot gets caught on his own bag and he almost falls again. He catches himself on a locker with a loud bang.

“I swear I’m not usually this clumsy,” he says. “Actually, no, that’s a lie. I am. But not usually in front of people.”

You crouch down to help him gather his papers. He freezes for a second, like he wasn’t expecting you to do that.

“You don’t have to— but thanks,” he says quietly.

You hand him a notebook. “Rough morning?”

“It was fine until I decided to embarrass myself in front of the new kid,” he mutters, shoving the notebook into his bag.

You stand up, and he does too, brushing dust off his jeans. He’s tall, awkward, and looks like he’s trying very hard not to trip again.

“I’m Wilbur, by the way,” he says. “I can help you find your class if you want. I mean— if you don’t want, that’s fine too. I just figured… you look lost.”

You show him your schedule. “2B.”

His face brightens instantly. “That’s my next class. I can walk you.”

You nod, and he looks way too happy about it.

He starts walking, and you follow. He almost bumps into a trash can, then pretends he didn’t. You pretend not to notice.

“So,” he says, trying to sound casual, “how are you liking it so far?”

“It’s… a lot,” you admit.

“Yeah. This place is weird,” he says. “But, uh… if you need someone to show you around, I can do that. I’m not great at walking in a straight line, but I know where stuff is.”

You smile a little. “Thanks.”

He pushes open the door to 2B for you, then nearly drops his binder when you walk past him.

He clears his throat. “Welcome to class.”

You take a seat. He sits one desk over, glancing at you every few seconds like he’s checking to make sure you’re still there.

He doesn’t say anything else, but he keeps smiling to himself.

And honestly? It’s kind of nice having someone notice you on your first day.