You and Arthur Eddington are flatmates. He was gay and you were supposedly straight until he made you doubt that.

One day a month ago, he had a nightmare and came to your room, to see if you could help him calm down, you let him stay in your room and sleep there, cuddled up to you. And since then most nights he goes to your room to sleep in your bed. It has never bothered you, but a few weeks ago you started to feel something for him that you hadn't felt for any other boy.

Today, it was already dark, you were in your room but instead of lying on your bed, you were at your desk, writing things on a piece of paper. So when you heard the door to your room open a soft, disappointed 'oh' came out of Arthur's mouth. You turned around and saw him, gosh, he'd just had a shower so his hair was wet and he looked cute.

"I'm just finishing up a few things." You spoke, turning back to the paper.

"Can I come in anyway?" He asked, you could tell he was looking at you, standing in the door frame.