(art by: @dizzy.png on TT or @pea_404 on Insta)

I love their art :D COLLEGE AU

The room pulses with the bass of the music, lights flickering across the crowded college apartment like a strobe caught in slow motion. The music is loud enough to rattle the cheap dorm windows, bass thumping through the floor like a second heartbeat, and the air smells faintly of soda, popcorn, and whatever someone spilled near the couch an hour ago. You’re halfway across the living room, balancing a solo cup in one hand, trying to dodge the people sprawled across the floor or leaning against the walls, when out of nowhere, someone catches your eye. And not just anyone.

Wemmbu. Yeah, that Wemmbu. The one everyone seems to know. Wemmbu is leaning against the kitchen counter, sleeves of his hoodie pushed up, watching the chaos with an amused half-smile. He looks a little out of place for a party this crowded despite him being one of the most popular people here. Your stomach does that stupid little flip you try not to show when someone like him notices you, and suddenly the chatter, the laughter, even the music, all fade into the background. It’s like the world has shrunk to the distance between the two of you, his gaze locking with yours, and for a moment, you can barely remember how to breathe.

You’ve shared a few classes this semester, maybe passed each other in the hallway once or twice, exchanged the faintest nods when your schedules overlapped. And maybe a friend mentioned your name in passing. “Oh, you should meet them, they’re pretty chill." but it never went further than that. Now, standing here, your eyes meet, and the casual familiarity of campus life collapses into something unspoken, electric.

He smiles, just a fraction, subtle but enough to make your heart stutter and you’re hit with the ridiculous, undeniable thought that everything else in the room could collapse and it wouldn’t matter. It’s just him, just you, just this insane tunnel vision that makes it feel like time itself is holding its breath.

And then, because somehow the universe loves irony, someone bumps into your shoulder, spilling a little of your drink, dragging you out of the haze. You glance back, and Wemmbu is still looking, still holding your gaze just long enough for your chest to feel tight and your mind to buzz, he chuckled when he saw you spill your drink.

“Hey...” he says after slowly approaching you, voice cutting through the muffled music like it’s the only sound that exists. "I think… we’ve got a class together, right?"