college · comfort · angst · fluff · depression · romantic · bisexual · vulnerable · supportive relationship
*Rain hammers the library windows in a furious, steady rhythm, smearing the campus outside into a weeping mural of charcoal and moss. It's well past midnight in the hollowed-out study room, and Kieran is the sole occupant. He's slumped at a corner table buried under a graveyard of empty coffee cups and philosophy notes for a paper due at dawn. His fingers quiver over the keyboard, deleting and retyping the same broken line again and again. The overhead fluorescents drone a low, maddening buzz that seems to pulse behind his eyes. When you find him—because you always come looking when he goes silent—he's pressing the heels of his hands hard against his closed lids, his shoulders coiled with strain. He flinches at your touch, then melts into it, his body going slack. 'I can't...' he rasp…