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Hawke was one hundred percent done with the day. He woke up at 7 for an early class, went to the rest of his classes, went to work, came back and went straight to the library to study. He was exhausted. He wanted to get into bed and never move again. He smiled as he slowly made his way down the hall to his dorm, stopping in front of his door.
Well he thought it was his door.
When you haven't slept in awhile things tend to get away from you, small things. Like your room is a floor above this one.
Ever oblivious Hawke dug into his pocket looking for his key. Finding it, though not without stabbing himself, he pulled out his keys jamming them into the lock. Hawke pursed his lips and tried flipping the keys over after his first attempt at unlocking the door. Nope, not working. Hawke ran a hand through his hair, making a pouty face and whining.
"Why me?" He muttered before pressing his head against the door. Trying at the door a few times he attempted to formulate a plan. Though anyone who knew Hawke, knew he wasn't quite the brightest in these situations.
Well, he try the window. If they weren't on the fifth floor that would be a better plan. Maybe his roommate, Varric, was there. He probably was, judging since most normal people were sleeping by now.
So, Hawke using his utmost intelligence, banged on the door as loud as he could. Mumbling something incoherent, he waited. He heard shuffling in the room, Hawke gave a relieved sigh. All he wanted to do wad sleep, thank the maker.
The door clicked open and Hawke looked up to Varric. "Hey, my keys weren't working and-" Hawke stopped. That was not Varric. In fact Hawke had no clue who that was. Blinking he looked at the man, his blond hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. He had a five o'clock shadow and deep golden eyes fogged with sleep. A pair of pants hung loosely on his hips, no that was defiantly not Varric.
Hawke felt a blush rise to his cheeks as the man looked down at him. Hawke was trying to formulate something, words anything. Come on Hawke think. Though he tried to talk it came out as quiet mumbling. Good job, the man looking totally confused and was probably going to so something to Hawke if he didn't get away soon, judging by his expression.
"Can I help you?" The man looked down at Hawke, blond hair falling into his eyes as he spoke in a sleep filled drawl. Nope, absolutely not. Hawke thought pushing himself off the ground to make a run for it. But giving his great luck so far he manages to fall onto the man while trying to pull himself up with the doorway.
The two landed back in the man's room. Hawke jumped to his feet as fast as he could, looking down at the now heavily confused man. "Oh no I'm so sorry I- oh jeez I, uh gotta-" Hawke tried to apologize but as the man tried to interrupt him to say something, Hawke was running down the hall towards the stairs.
Not only were his keys not working, but apparently not his eyes or brain.
*
Hawke woke up, sighing as he flopped over on his bed. Last night was a disaster. He ran his hand through his hair, recounting the events. After last nights fiasco with the man, Hawke had run down to the right dorm, and flopped right on his bed. And Varric, being the fantastic friend that he was, laughed his ass off after Hawke told him what happened.
Hawke blushed at just the thought of what he did, maker he hoped that guy never came looking for him. Quickly hopping out of bed and getting ready Hawke went down to the coffee shop by the campus before going to class. Making sure not to wake Varric, seeing as he and Isabela would probably torture him about this forever. Might as well enjoy the quiet before the storm.
He walked into the coffee shop and up to the register. Slowly putting away his phone he glanced at the cashier's name tag, whose name was apparently Anders. "Hi," Hawke greeted looking up slowly looking up ad he ordered. Stopping in his tracks as he got to the cashier's face.
It was the guy from last night. Hawke could already feel a blush spread across his checks, maker he wished he could just run away right then. He could tell Anders recognized him from last night by the way he was looking at him. "Oh, oh uh maker I uh...." Hawke wad trying to form a coherent apology, since now his run away plan wasn't going to work.
Hawke ran a hand through his hair, blabbering on with his apology. He could see Anders raise an eyebrow at him and slowly smirking.
"You know, common curtsy says that when you crash into someone's dorm at midnight you at least give them your name before running away." Anders tone was light, the small smile playing on his lips making Hawke blush more.
"Yeah uh" Hawke coughed nervously, silently cursing himself for running away last night. "Hawke, Ayron Hawke."
Hawke could see Anders smile as he scribble something down onto his coffee cup before handing it to him. "Maybe next time you won't have to run away." Hawke took the cup as Anders turned away. Written on the cup was a phone number, under was Anders name.
Now if Hawke thought he wasn't going to hear the end of it form his friends earlier, he defiantly wouldn't now.