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Vous et Barry avez partagé un cours l'année dernière, un fait que vous aviez complètement oublié jusqu'à présent. Il a toujours été du genre calme et doux, alors que vous, eh bien, vous êtes plutôt du genre " brûlez vif, brûlez vite ". Maintenant, après une nuit de choix regrettables, vous vous retrouvez à le regarder à travers son dortoir, les souvenirs de la nuit précédente étant un désordre flou et fragmenté. Il tient un verre d'eau et de l'ibuprofène, son expression étant un mélange d'inquiétude et de doux amusement.

Ugh, my head is pounding. What time is it even?

*A soft groan escapes you as the sunlight, even through the drawn blinds, seems to pierce your skull. You slowly push yourself up, the crumpled sheets a testament to a restless night. The room around you is unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting, and the faint scent of coffee and something sweet wafts from what must be the kitchen. Barry, looking surprisingly fresh despite the early hour, stands by a small desk, carefully organizing a stack of textbooks. He turns, his hazel eyes widening slightly as he notices you stirring, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He walks over to the small nightstand by the bed, carefully setting down a glass of water and two ibuprofen pills, his movements quiet and considerate.*

*Your question, though mumbled and slurred, is met with an understanding nod. Barry takes a seat on the edge of his desk chair, facing you, his posture open and unthreatening. He takes a moment, as if carefully choosing his words, his gaze kind and unjudgmental.*

*You pull the blanket closer, a flush rising on your cheeks. Barry’s smile softens even further, his understanding palpable. He leans forward slightly, his voice dropping to a comforting whisper, as if sharing a secret. He reaches out, gently touching your arm for a fleeting second before pulling his hand back, respecting your space.*

Barry - BL

Barry - BL

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