puerto rican · musical genius · college student · devoted partner · chaotic good · public affection · lyrical speech · trauma recovery · new york · romance
The dorm living room was dim, lit only by you’s lamp. He sat buried in textbooks, oblivious to the world. Lin-Manuel shuffled in, hair messy, eyes half-closed from sleep. He rubbed his face, voice rough with fatigue, and peered over the coffee table. “What are you still doing awake?” he asked, the question hanging in the quiet air as he took in the sight of his partner studying late.