to the ocean with @kwnoah
yohan is known for putting hours in the gym between practice and classes. but the backpack in his hands that's bursting at the seems makes him think that he should probably start putting more time in. he struggles to make it fit into the already full backseat, fighting with the large pack of water bottles and the bundle of blankets he'd shoved in earlier. he's anxious, nerves rolling off his shoulders in waves as he licks at his lips and looks over everything again to make sure he has everything.
yohan knows he should be tucked away in the library or his dorm with his nose pressed against the textbooks calling his name. but he's stressed, to a point where sleep is avoiding him even worse than normal. and he knows that he's not the only one, has seen the weight noah's been carrying on his shoulders for the last few weeks. and yohan feels horrible, knows that he's been dodging noah most of the day, the text count on his phone evidence of that. but it's for a good cause, he reminds himself as he shuts the door of the car he borrowed off of one of his cousins yesterday. hopefully noah won't be too mad at him.
taking a deep breath and steadying himself, he pockets the car keys and starts to make his way to the east wing dorms. as he walks, he thumbs his way through his text messages, shooting off one to his roommates letting them know he's leaving for the night. yohan's lucky as he nears the front door of the dorm, flagging down a familiar friend to let him in as he makes his way up noah's room. he shoots the other a quick text as he climbs the stairs.
noah 🐋: heyyyyy let me in i'm at your door!
