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Steve laughed. “Sure, but I gotta warn you, my singing will probably keep you awake longer.” He wasn’t terrible, but his voice wasn’t as honey-soft as his mother’s. “Movies sound good,” he offered. “Games too.” He just wasn’t sure if he was prepared to scare off his new friend with just how competitive he got while gaming. Broken lampshades had been involved one time.
Hating it, but knowing he had to do it, Steve slowly started emptying his boxes. Unknowingly, he started humming a soft tune, the lullaby he’d mentioned, sticking in his mind since he’d brought it up. He stacked away his clothes, gave some order to his books on the small desk and placed his electronics down on it, too. Every now again, he’d turn and his eyes would fall on Bucky’s turned back. He already knew Bucky was going to be a problem. Not a bad one. Just one that was going to make it difficult to concentrate. He was so damn attractive. And nice. And funny. And smart. Steve was so, so screwed.
The struggle to get his sheets on was real. But he managed eventually, and fell onto his bed in a heap, burying his face into the clean smelling covers. “College is already exhausting,” he mumbled, then lifted his head up. “You done?”
Bucky had turned his head just in time to catch Steve struggling. He turned his head back quickly and pressed his lips together to keep himself from laughing. He really couldn't help it. Even though Bucky had only just met Steve, he was already growing fond of him. He was so easily drawn to him and he couldn't quite figure out whether that was a good or bad thing. Not that it mattered to him, though. He had a tendency to ignore those kinds of thoughts, and it had gotten him in trouble a few times before. When he had composed himself, Bucky removed the last empty box from his bed and sat down. “You got that right,” he replied, leaning back but propping himself up on his hands. “Yeah, I'm done now,” he added with a sigh of relief. “So what'll it be, Rogers? We could watch some people kick ass or we could kick each other's asses.” Action was clearly one of his favorite genres. Bucky bent forward and pulled open the bottom drawer of his nightstand, where he kept his movies and games. “Or if that's not your thing I got other options.”
