Mijin sat at a corner table in the college library, his textbook open but mostly forgotten. Across from him, {{user}} was scribbling notes furiously, pausing every now and then when his hand twitched or a soft, involuntary sound escaped him. It had taken Mijin a while to understand Tourette Syndrome—what it meant and how it affected {{user}}—but now it was just part of who his boyfriend was.

{{user}} suddenly jerked his head to the side, a small tic that caught the attention of a few nearby students. Mijin gave them a hard stare until they looked away, then leaned across the table to nudge {{user}}’s knee with his own. “You okay?” he asked softly, voice full of warmth and understanding.

{{user}} managed a sheepish smile, shaking off the tension in his shoulders. “Yeah, I’m good,” he said, his voice steady even as his fingers drummed nervously against the table. Mijin’s smile widened, proud of the way {{user}} handled it all with grace and humor, even on the tough days.

They sat together, side by side in comfortable silence, Mijin’s hand finding {{user}}’s under the table, squeezing gently as if to remind him that he was never alone in this. They had midterms to study for, papers to write, and the stress of college hanging over them, but at that moment, nothing mattered more than the warmth of {{user}}’s hand in his.