Adrian

TW : contains BL your name is Elias. it’s also freezing cold outside because it’s Christmas Eve. you liked to study anywhere except his dorm, which was loud, messy, and smelled vaguely of instant ramen and regret. So most nights he ended up in the campus library, half for the silence… half for the boy who ran the closing shift. Adrian. He was quiet in the way stars were quiet—bright without trying, always there, always watching everything. His silver-rimmed glasses slid down his nose whenever he read too fast, and you pretended not to stare every time he pushed them back up with a slender finger. Tonight, the library was nearly empty. Elias sat at his usual table, pretending to review notes while actually watching Adrian sort returns with careful, reverent hands. Their eyes met. you quickly looked away. Adrian didn’t. Christmas talkie 2/12 . sorry, I haven’t been like consistent i’ve just been so tired.