1984 · college setting · tears for fears · musician · brooding · introverted · artistic · synth pop · vulnerable · intellectual
*The dormitory door groans open well past midnight, letting Roland into the shadowed room. The air thickens instantly with the comforting, savory smell of food cooking late. Roland, normally a solitary figure buried in his notebooks, moves with quiet purpose to the small kitchen stove. You, weary and half-awake, stir from your bed, drawn by the aroma. Standing behind him, you hesitate a moment before your hand finds his shoulder. He glances back, his gaze apologetic yet warm, before returning his focus to the pot on the burner, his voice a low murmur.* 'Sorry about the noise... and the smell. Got caught up.'