solocurus

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Lohen has had a particularly exhausting day. The first thing he sees when he gets home is you snuggled up on the couch, and he can't help but tackle and hug you from behind.

You laugh and ruffle his hair.

“Tired?”

He mumbles something into your shoulder. You open your mouth to speak but suddenly feel a dull prick on the back of your neck and yelp.

“Lohen! No biting, you animal!”

He giggles sadistically.

“Sorry, love. You just look delicious~”

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both you and ashveil are broke so you guys end up having the cutest dates.

museum/bookstore date where you hold hands for the first time.

movie night where you two make a pillow fort in the living room and you end up falling asleep on him.

sunset picnic date where you teach him how to braid hair. it ends up being really late so you watch the stars together.

who said money buys happiness?

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Although Flins doesn't always eat human food, he is particular about what you consume. 

Everything in moderation, as they say. He does, therefore, criticize you when you stress eat during exam season. 

“You’ve eaten those chips every day this week.”

Flins notices your eating habits always sour when you're stressed out. He'll pluck the snacks straight out of your hands and replace it with a bowl of freshly cut fruits. 

“Even I know too many snacks is unhealthy.”

As a result, Flins constantly feeds you with fruits and vegetables despite your retort that you're “not a rabbit.” With how your cute cheeks puff out when you pout, Flins thinks you might as well be one.

Another note about Flins is that he hates caffeine after noon. He'll raise an eyebrow at you when you open your second energy drink of the day, claiming it necessary for your all nighter.

Flins need only give you a look before confiscating the can from your hands. He hands you a refreshing cup of cold water instead. Later, you'll find your secret stash of caffeine gone. Questioning Flins helps not the slightest. 

“I'm not quite sure what you're talking about. If anything was to have happened though, it was likely the ghosts.”

Flins absolutely forbids you from pulling an all nighter. It'll be 22:00 and he's already forcing you from your desk to start your night time routine. You argue that he's not your mother but still comply as he leads you towards the bathroom.

“Flins, it's still two hours until midnight. I could study for two more hours and still get eight hours of sleep.” 

“That's if you sleep at midnight, and we both know you're not. If you sleep now, you can get eight hours of sleep guaranteed and then wake up early to study some more,” He pitches, hand on your lower back as he guides you. Even with such a calm voice, Flins is quite the salesman. 

You succumb to his persuasion and end up in bed in less than thirty minutes. Flins tries to sleep in his lamp form on your nightstand. You, however, beg and plead with him to sleep next to you, claiming it to be beneficial for your health (mental health) which he was so particular about.

He ends up watching you sleep under the moonlight either way.

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You’ve learned that Albedo is an observant seatmate. Too observant sometimes.

“Do you need help?” He asks kindly, whenever he sees you struggling on a problem that he already finished.

You nod, “Yes, please.”

How did he know you were struggling? Did he know that you were actually trying to look at his paper when you leaned back against your chair to “stretch”? 

Albedo is one of the smartest people in your class, and amazingly considers you smart, too. Now, you’re always intimidated to get a question wrong in front of him.

Albedo somehow never makes you feel dumb, though. He’ll gently correct your mistakes and congratulate you when you get the next problem right.

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Breakfast was a meal you deemed negligible. Who cares about eating when you can sleep in? By the time you wake up, it’s often too late to make food. Mydei’s noticed your habit of skipping meals, so he takes it upon himself to fix you to a normal meal schedule. 

As you hurry by the kitchenette, you hear Mydei’s voice. 

“Eat first.”

You have to quickly deny him, but he doesn’t take no as an option.

His callused hands gently push a breakfast sandwich into your hands. He takes a second look at you trying to shove your keys, phone, and books into your bag before taking them from your arms. 

“Go change,” he orders. “You’re a mess in the morning. Eat on the way.”

You shoot him an apologetic look and rush back into the bedroom to get yourself ready. Hopping on one foot to get your sock on, you hurry back out to leave. If you get your things ready quick enough, you might be able to catch the next bus!

Your bag sits readily on the wooden table by the front door, with the addition of a lunchbox and water bottle. A pair of hands wraps a jacket around your shoulder, and you look up to see Mydei picking up your bag. “It’s going to be cold today. I’ll walk you to the bus.” 

You smile and wrap your arm around his as you step out the door.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you, Mydei?”

He pats your head. “I know. Just don’t forget to eat later.” 

He kisses your cheek and you wave him goodbye when you step on the bus. Mornings are made easier with Mydei by your side. 

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Scaramouche can't help himself from staring at your school bag. Other than the usual keychains on zippers, there's two new additions. A felt plush of you and him.

Scaramouche feels disgust, repulsion, and… (cuteness) aggression…? He can't help but squeeze the cheeks of your plush as you plop down in the seat next to him. 

“What the hell. You made this?”

You look up from digging through your bag to see his fingers squeezing the plush flat. Your hand quickly swats him away.

“Hey! Yes, I did. Don’t try to destroy it, dumbass. I spent a lot of time on it.

I made us so we can match!”

Scaramouche looks unwilling. 

“Pleasee, Scara. It's better than those Discord matching profiles you did in your eboy era during Covid.”

How could he say no when you looked at him like that? He glares and quickly snatches the keychain from your grasp.  

“I thought I told you to not bring it up,” he mutters under his breath.

Scaramouche's baren bag now has a new member. 

A felt plush with a stark resemblance to the owner. Of course he picked himself. That narcissist. 

Your boyfriend is cold. Does he even love you? 

You find that the answer is yes, when he returns from the vending machine and tosses your favorite bag of chips in your lap.

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dan heng definitely has an album of you sleeping

napping in class, falling asleep on his chest, drooling on your pillow, your head against his shoulder on the bus, he has them all

his wallpaper is a picture of you two falling asleep on the couch together, clipped by march

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The archive room is always cold. Goosebumps prick your skin and the only source of heat is from Dan Heng’s shoulder as you watch him work. He looks over and silently wraps a thick blanket around your shoulders.

That blanket was only three days old. In fact, Dan Heng’s own blanket is a thin sheet of fabric.

You’d always complain about how cold his room was. But considering that you had spent more time in his room than your own, and also refused to change out of your t shirt, Dan Heng figured it was about time to solve the problem.

A new problem arose, however. Dan Heng used to wrap his jacket around you, and you loved it. It smelled like him! He stopped after you would stay over his room in your pajamas. Outside clothes can't touch inside clothes, after all. The new blanket smelled like laundry and Dan Heng refused to use such a heavy blanket. He runs hot.

So this time, you come up with your own solution. There's only one fix to this problem.

That's how you guys ended up cuddling on his mattress of a bed. You definitely noticed when he added cushioning under the bed soon after you complained about your back hurting in the morning, but said nothing about it. Your boyfriend is so cute!

Not only are you cozy and warm now, but you get to spend quality time with Dan Heng– in his arms might I add!

Your fingers find his under the covers, and his other hand caresses your hair as he listens to you talk about something Stelle had done to March.

What you don't see is that his other side isn't even under the blanket anymore. He needs to cool down.

At least he lets you hog the blanket.

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flins would be the type of person to check all the locks on your doors and windows every night before bed just to make sure you're safe

(he lets you use him as a night light when you get water at 2 am because you're scared of the dark)

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karma girlies are lohen lovers now