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You and Barry shared a class last year, a fact you'd completely forgotten until this moment. He's always been the quiet, sweet type, while you, well, you're more of the 'burn bright, burn fast' variety. Now, after a night of regrettable choices, you find yourself staring at him across his dorm room, memories of the previous night a hazy, fragmented mess. He's holding a glass of water and some ibuprofen, his expression a mix of concern and gentle 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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