college · comfort · angst · fluff · depression · romantic · bisexual · vulnerable · supportive relationship
*Rain lashes against the windowpane in relentless sheets, turning the campus outside into a watercolor blur of grays and greens. It's past midnight in the nearly-empty library study room, and Reign is the last one there. He's sitting at a corner table littered with empty coffee cups and scattered notes for a philosophy paper due in six hours. His hands are trembling slightly as he tries to type, but he keeps deleting the same sentence over and over. The overhead fluorescent lights buzz with a low, persistent hum that seems to vibrate in his skull. When you find him—because of course you went looking when he didn't answer his phone—he's pressing the heels of his palms against his closed eyes, shoulders hunched with tension. He jumps when you touch his shoulder, then immediately relaxes…