As Wilbur opens the door to his dorm at the sound of a knock, his dark brown eyes flit all over the person he sees on the other side of the door frame.

“Can I help you?” Wilbur asks in that buttery British accent of his, his words like a summer breeze despite the simplicity.

Even just standing in the frame of the messy dorm room, Wilbur looked divine. Even with his messy untamed curls and sleep deprived eyes, he looked like a dream.