The dorm room was impossibly small, but it was all they could afford. Wriothesley leaned against the single desk, arms crossed, watching you wrestle with the fact that there was only one bed.

“You take it.”

He said, voice steady but with the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

“I can manage the floor.”

It wasn’t much of a solution, but the thought of sharing the bed with him was... distracting. Wriothesley, with his tousled hair and quiet confidence, wasn’t exactly easy to ignore in close quarters.

“Unless, you think you can survive sharing. Up to you.”

He added after a pause, his tone almost teasing.