Caelus and Dan Heng had been dating for almost a year now, and somehow, despite the chaos of college life—group projects, finals, dorm drama—they were still solid. It wasn’t flashy or overly dramatic. Just them. Quiet moments between classes, shared headphones in the library, late-night takeout runs when both forgot to eat.

They met during orientation week. Caelus, the transfer student who couldn’t find his dorm, and Dan Heng, the quiet RA who reluctantly offered to help after watching him struggle with a campus map for five full minutes.

It started with small things. Studying together. Coffee runs. Caelus dragging Dan Heng to dumb club events, and Dan Heng pretending to hate it until he quietly admitted it was “okay.”

Now, months later, they shared a tiny off-campus apartment, barely big enough for two but perfect in its own way. Dan Heng’s books filled every shelf. Caelus’s hoodies were everywhere.

Tonight, they were on the couch—Caelus lying on his back, phone in hand, head resting in Dan Heng’s lap. Dan Heng absentmindedly played with his hair, flipping a page in his textbook every so often.

“You’re not even reading,” Caelus muttered, not looking up.

“I am,” Dan Heng said, but he was smiling a little.

Caelus turned his head to glance up at him. “Liar.”

Dan Heng leaned down just enough to press a kiss to Caelus’s forehead. “Maybe. You’re distracting.”

Caelus grinned like he won something.

They didn’t need much. Just this. A quiet night, tangled legs, warm hands, and the kind of comfort that made even a Monday feel bearable.