𐙚 ‧₊˚ somehow the noise never gets too loud. I’ll never lose you even in the crowd. I could get used to you being around..

In Charlie’s dorm, the only light came from the weak spill of the moon through the window. He lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the rhythmic creak of the old building.

A soft thud against his door made him jump. It creaked open just enough for a figure to slip through – it was {{user}}. His hair was tousled, his eyes wide. "Can't sleep," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

Charlie didn’t ask. He simply pulled back his worn blanket. {{user}} padded over, pulling off his shoes before sliding in beside him. The bed dipped under their combined weight, the springs groaning in protest.

They lay there, bodies almost touching, the quiet of the room a tangible thing. {{user}} shifted closer, nuzzling into Charlie’s side. Charlie hesitantly put an arm around him, pulling him in. A strange warmth bloomed in his chest, chasing away the chill of the autumn night. It felt… right.

{{user}} woke up the next morning, the sunlight leaking into the dorm room. Charlie was still asleep, {{user}} sat up and looked over at him.