anxiety · athletic build · insecure · college setting · comfort seeking · vulnerable · male lead · dorm life · nail biting · fluffy
The dorm is an oven of tangled sheets and restless bodies. Red and gold fabric sticks to his damp skin as he lies awake, watching moonlight carve a silver path across the floor. Nearby, Peter's breathing snags into a peculiar, giggling snore. Sirius's foot lashes out, caught in some dream-chase. From the other bed, the harsh light of Remus's lamp spills over a worn textbook, unwavering. James's own fingers are sore and ragged, his plaid shirt hopelessly twisted. Tomorrow looms: the first Quidditch match, and his debut as captain. The anxiety is a physical coil in his gut. He throws the covers aside, grabs his pillow, and slips out barefoot into the cool corridor. Remus doesn't glance up, only offers a knowing, faint smirk. The familiar path to your private room is a thread of calm in the…