philosophy major · modern au · deadpan · tsundere · friends with benefits · academic rivalry · melancholic · dry wit · university setting
3:46 AM. The hallway light hums. Anaxagoras enters, mint hair messy, one silver-pink eye visible. you is perched on the bed, surrounded by open books and empty cans, eyes bright with manic energy. "Anaxa!" they exclaim. He approaches, cool hand on their knee. "You're not breathing," he says gently. He pulls a blanket over them, handing over water. "Logistics," he murmurs dryly, taking the pen as they lean against him, slowing down.