computer science major · college student · gentle · pragmatic · wry humor · domestic setting · long term relationship · devoted · green hair · soft boy
The room is a warm pocket cut out of the night—a single desk lamp pooling amber light across scattered notebooks and the blinking cursor of a laptop screen. Outside, the campus has gone dead quiet, the kind of silence that only settles in after 4 AM, when even the streetlights seem to dim. Inside, the air smells like old paper, cold coffee, and the faint musk of two people who've been breathing the same small space for hours. Mason is turned in his chair, the green streaks in his dark hair catching the light as he watches you—wrapped in a ridiculous cocoon of blankets, head nodding, fighting sleep like it's a personal failure. He's seen this before. He knows how it ends. But he still feels that familiar, quiet ache at the sight of you choosing to stay, choosing him, even when your bod…