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On the Topic of College
Out of all the things Simon worried about upon started college, this was not one of them. He had worried over choosing the wrong course, over if he had learned enough from Watford to even go to an American school, over if anyone would notice his wings.
Sharing a dorm room with Baz was not one of them.
He had thought, due to routine, that of course he would be sharing a room with Baz. They had for almost a decade, why would they stop now?
But as he found himself on a whole different floor (forget different room, Baz was on a whole other floor) without his tall vampire beside him, he was wondering whether this was a good choice after all.
He took a breath, telling himself that of course it would be fine, Baz was only a floor away, he could do this.
His roommate said otherwise.
"Hey, bruv*!" He heard an obnoxious voice greet him. Simon looked up from his box of stuff (which he had to carry without any magical help!) to see a boy with tawny brown hair capped with a flat peak.**
Simon withheld a groan and offered a smile and a hand, balancing the box on his hip.
He took a deep breath, assuring himself he could do this.
He began to question himself as night came along, dragging in the silvery moon from the far off horizon.
The boy next to him, who had introduced himself as Will, snored. Not just that, he spoke in his sleep, too.
Simon had shut his eyes, clamped his ears with his hands, had stuffed his pillow over his head.
Baz never snored, never spoke either. He was the picture of serenity in his sleep, only his soft breaths giving Simon the sign he was alive (though, he was only sort of that, too).
And that was how Simon found himself in the hall at night, slowly stepping up the horridly creaky stairs.
The only light to guide him was the soft rays of the moon, the only sounds around him the soft pattering of his steps and the creaking of the staircase.
Eventually, he found himself in front of Baz's room. He smiled fondly at the memory of their departure.
They had exchanged spare keys (they were sure they had to use these often), then proceeded to hug each other. Of course, Simon only pulled down his tie to give him a kiss, before the two could depart.
Simon was only guiding his hand towards the door knob before the door itself opened.
He looked up to see the tired face of Baz, his Baz, with his usually perfect hair a shaggy mess and he stood wearing a Watford sweatshirt.
"Simon?" Baz groaned, looking down on Simon (who was a moderate 5"8' and a half, thank you very much!).
Simon's brain melted into a mess at the sight of Baz, in his luxurious pajama bottoms and his shaggy hair. Of course, he said the most eloquent thing in response.
"You called me Simon!" He whisper-cried, astonished.
"Aleister Crowley," Baz groaned, his voice groggy, "C'mon then, get inside."
Baz pulled Simon inside by the waist, before closing the door and dragging him to the bed.
"So, gone for a late-night walk, huh?" Baz teased with a smirk, before questioning, "How's the roommate?"
"The roommate's fine," Simon responded, leaning against his boyfriend as Baz continued to play with his mop of curly blond hair, "But for some reason, I can't sleep without y-."
He was interrupted by the soft feeling of Baz's lips against his, cold, but oh, so familiar.
"C'mon, then," Baz responded, "We gotta have you sleeping. We don't want you late for your first college class."
Baz guided Simon into the bed, wrapping his hands around Simon as he pulled him close.
"What about hunting?" Simon questioned, realizing that was probably why his boyfriend was leaving his room in the first place.
"Shh," Baz remarked, "Tomorrow. We've got class in the morning."
Simon just smiled as Baz leaned forward to kiss the moles on his cheek. Finally, he fell asleep, Baz's soft breaths just behind him.
*essentially the British version of bro
**snapback/baseball cap in British English