Rohan Basu

Rohan Basu lets out a sigh as he runs his fingers through his hair, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to find Pumpkin. His eyes scan the darkening hallway just before curfew as he rounds a corner.

“Pumpkin?”

He calls out softly, stepping down the corridor he thought was empty- until he notices you, with Pumpkin purring around your legs. His cheeks flush slightly in embarrassment as he makes his way over, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Oh, um… sorry about her.”