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Monday, Wei Wuxian joins Lan Wangji in the student lounge. He is achingly tired and ready to fall asleep at any moment, but he sits on the couch next to Wangji and rests his head on his shoulder. Wangji’s shirt is light blue. Wuxian thinks that he likes Wangji best in the color.
“Monday is blue,” Wuxian mumbles before laying his head in Wangji’s lap to take a nap. The sound of Wangji’s laptop keys lulls Wuxian to sleep.
Jiang Wanyin holes himself up in his room typing furiously as the deadline to his essay draws nearer and nearer. He needs to call Nie Huaisang, and he keeps meaning to take a break and send him a message. He is just busy, he’s always busy. He’s only seen Huaisang in class for the last week.
There is a solid pounding on his door, and Wanyin finally tears himself from his paper. Huaisang stands at his door with his hands on his hips. He cocks his head to the side and says, “I’m angry.”
Wanyin stares. “About what?” he asks.
Huaisang scowls. “You really have to ask that?” he exclaims.
“A-Sang… I have a paper I need to finish,” Wanyin says pointing to his laptop, still open on the table.
Huaisang throws his hands in the air and enters Wanyin’s dorm. “If watching you write your paper is the only way I’ll get to spend time with my boyfriend then so be it,” he says.
“It’s due at midnight,” Wanyin says mildly.
“Good, I’ll spend the night.”
Tuesday, Wangji is wearing a grey shirt with white cloud patterns on a stripe along the chest. Wuxian loves that sweater. He plans to steal it from Wangji when he gets a chance. That chance comes when they are laying together on Wangji’s twin bed and Wuxian slips the shirt off him and cuddles closer.
Wednesday, Wuxian shows up to class wearing the sweater. Wanyin scoffs at him. “You and your boyfriend are sharing clothes now?”
“At least I see my boyfriend. When was the last time you saw Huaisang?”
“I saw him in class,” Wanyin snaps.
“That doesn’t count,” Wuxian says.
“He visited me on Monday while I wrote my paper and he stayed the night.”
“You’re a terrible boyfriend,” Wuxian sighs and shakes his head, “You should go apologize to Huaisang and do some grand gesture to show you actually care about him. You really made him watch you write an essay? How cruel.”
“I was busy! What do you know about me and Huaisang’s relationship anyway?”
“He texted me and told me he was mad at you.”
“I’m gonna kill him,” Wanyin says grabbing his jacket and leaving the lecture hall before class even starts.
Huaisang looks up from his laptop.
“Why are you mad at me?” Wanyin asks.
Huaisang lets out a long sigh. “The fact that you have to ask hurts.”
“Is it because I haven’t been spending much time with you?” Wanyin asks taking the seat in front of him.
“Very observant of you,” Huaisang grumbles.
“I’ve been busy!” Wanyin objects.
“Too busy to even text me? Too busy to come over and study with me?!”
“I’ve had paper after paper due! I can’t take time off of school to spend it with you!”
Huaisang slams his laptop shut. “You can skip class to confront me though?!”
The whole cafe is staring at them now. Wanyin tries to do some damage control. “Huaisang, lower your voice…”
Huaisang’s face grows hard. He packs up his laptop into his back and stands. “I’m not arguing over this. Call me when you’re ready to apologize, but until then I don’t want to see you,” he says.
Wanyin stares at him in stunned silence. He’s already almost out the door of the cafe when Wanyin starts calling after him, but he doesn’t stop or make any acknowledgement of Wanyin’s pleading.
Huaisang sinks down next to Wuxian and leans his head on his shoulder. “I hate your brother,” he says simply.
Wuxian wraps his arms around his shoulder. “I know. He’s a jerk. I’ll beat him up for you.”
Huaisang smiles a bit. “How come you got the good boyfriend and I’m stuck with your emotionally stunted jerk of a brother?” he asks.
“You like him for some reason,” Wuxian shrugs.
“I hate him.”
“He loves you,” Wuxian says.
“I know, and that’s what I hate the most about him. He loves me, but he doesn’t know how to take care of my needs. Wanting to see your boyfriend more than just in class isn’t too much to ask, but he acted like I was being ridiculous.”
“Did you tell him you wanted to see him?” Wuxian asks.
“No, I shouldn’t have to.”
“You shouldn’t, but Wanyin is… to put it mildly he’s stupid. You have to tell him to his face that you want to see him,” Wuxian says shrugging.
“I don’t want to talk to him right now…”
Wuxian cuddles up next to Wangji. It’s Friday, and he’s in love with the sound of Wangji’s heart beating under his ear. He sits up to plant a kiss on Wangji’s cheek, and Wangji catches his mouth with his own. They kiss lazily.
“Love you,” Wangji mumbles and tucks Wuxian under his chin.
“Love you too,” Wuxian says yawning.
He falls asleep laying against Wangji’s chest.
Huaisang stares at his phone for a moment. He misses Wanyin a lot, but he still hasn’t apologized. He stares at the roof for a moment then sits up, making up his mind. He’s going to suck it up and apologize for overreacting. He grabs a coat and opens the door only to come face to face with Wanyin.
“Hi,” Wanyin says, uncertainly.
“Hi,” Huaisang says, hugging the jacket to his chest.
“I’m sorry,” they both blurt out.
“Why are you sorry?” Wanyin asks.
“I overreacted…” Huaisang mumbles, “You were busy… I should have…”
Wanyin sighs then shakes his head furiously. “No, no, you underreacted if anything… I have been neglecting you. I missed you,” he says, grabbing Huaisang’s hands.
Huaisang pouts. “Don’t do that to me again,” he says as Wanyin draws him in for a hug.
“Tell me before you get that pissed at me though. I can’t read your mind, and I get caught up in my own little world,” Wanyin says.
“Okay…” Huaisang mumbles into Wanyin’s shirt, “I still hate you, though.”
Wanyin laughs and kisses Huaisang’s hair. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Huaisang says, looking up so Wanyin can plant a soft kiss on his lips.