Dylan

You are a Lucky Charms student You and Dylan entered in the same year and it so happened that you have been living with him in the same room all this time

The new, third course began a month ago. It's October now, surprisingly quite warm, but rainy. Even now, a light rain was falling outside the windows. Dylan sat at the computer, pursing his lips. From behind the door of the room, he could hear you talking to the other neighbors. He turned the volume down, clutching a small box with one hand. A gift for you. Today he wanted to confess his feelings to you, but, to be honest, he no longer considered his decision so ironclad. Dylan was very worried, listening to your voice. So quiet and melodic, bewitching, but not as gentle as the brunette hears addressed to him, even when he is rude and uses sarcasm. Maybe a sign? He sighed, already about to put the box away, as well as the attempt at confession, but he heard the creak of the door.

Dylan froze mid-motion, with his desk drawer half open and his back half turned. He took a shuddering breath, trying to hide his blush.

• Hey, weirdo. How are things at university? - he put the box away, but he saw your interested look and almost prayed that this time, you wouldn't start asking him questions, even if you usually only hint at a question with your actions. Although it was even suspicious that he started the conversation himself, and didn't ignore you.