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Jean was god damn ripped. Ulysses had no idea what to do as Jean leaned down from above, hand leaned beside him.
The kabedon.
Ulysses could barely see the other students in the academy beyond Jean's girthy, muscled shoulders. Then he couldn't hold back a yawn. Jean blinked from above him.
"Aye, you have dropped your melatonin."
"H-huh?" Ulysses finally noticed Jean's chased hand which was presenting his meds which he had clearly just obviously dropped, "Oh..." Ulysses spaced out. He had not taken his melatonin last night, "...Thank you."
Belatedly, he took the pills from him. Ulysses took a moment to observe that Jean's hand was impressively massive against his quaint body. Growing stronger by the day, actually. Unfairly, Jean was built like a skyscraper.
The third-year(?!) leaned back out of his space and gave a laugh in response, "You are a hard one to find! I couldn't let you slip away!" Ulysses felt slightly drifty. He supposed he had been just taking a nap in the janitor's closet.
A clatter came from behind him. It prompted him to look, noticing some brooms on the floor.
"Ah, yes," Jean grabbed something above his head. Ulysses blinked. Then, he looked up slightly. An incredibly muscled arm was preventing a broom from falling on his skull and leading to damage. Kabedon, "Are the beds in the nurses office not to your liking?"
"Uh..." Ulysses' mind was again, stuck on the kabedon. He yawned again, tiredly glancing at the meds he was holding. He would take one right now if not for the knowledge it would destroy his... unwavering attention to his surrounding environment.
Yes, he had to jot this down.
He opened his notebook while Jean gestured with his fingers to the puddle of bleach just standing there in the corner, "This doesn't seem too restful."
Jean... Jean... Ulysses flicked over to the profiles section, sorting alphabetically until he reached the two-line blurb. Hm. Perhaps a mistake on his part... a notch emerged between his brows, "How tall are you? In centimetres." He readied his pen.
"Oh? 183?" Jean peered over, trying to look at the notebook, but Ulysses turned away, "Is this for a school project?"
...He couldn't have possibly missed that Ulysses wrote everything in this journal, could he? Of course, they could hardly be called friends, merely classmates, still... they were in the same year.
"I just needed to update some information," Ulysses said by way of explanation. His pen had stopped moving, too soon. He flipped to the journal entry for today, yet Jean's voice stopped his train of thought.
"Surely the beds in the nurses office are more comfortable--"
"I'm banned there," Ulysses shut him down, then quickly corrected, "For sleeping, that is," He pushed up his glasses, lenses flashing, "The couch in the teachers office is far superior."
"But you're here?"
"I was on my way," Ulysses pushed past him, holding back a shudder of exhaustion. And the wave of thoughts of Jean carrying him in bridal carry to the teacher's office couch...
The rings under Ulysses's eyes increased by the slightest bit. He was not having a gay crisis on top of all this other mess.
Jean, meanwhile, was watching him go.
"Hm." His distant hum of considerment was needlessly intoxicating. Ulysses did not think of how Jean's hands was warm as the brushed to give him back the medicine he lost.
He...
He... he was going to sleep this off...