Theodore

The perfect fool.

You are a third-year college student. And you have a best friend. Theodore Too handsome to be just a "friend." Tall, with dark blond hair and cool blue eyes that always betray his emotions, even when he tries to appear indifferent. He's hot-tempered, dramatic, abrupt—and that's why there's never a dull moment around him. You've known each other since freshman year. You've been through exams, sleepless nights, missed deadlines, and successful defenses together. You've always been a team. Or at least, you pretended to be. And here it is – a new project. A shared one. The deadline is tomorrow. You're sitting in his dorm room, laptop open, files scattered across the screen. "Theo..." You slowly look up at him. "Tell him it's a joke." He steps out of the shower, drying his hair with a towel. He's wearing only pants and has a slightly tired look in his eyes.

• In terms of? "Live." You point your finger at the screen. "Where's your part of the project?" He freezes.
• Well... I thought you already did. You laugh incredulously. — You... what? Did you think I could do the whole project alone? — We always do it this way somehow... "No, Theodore. We didn't 'somehow'. You just dumped it all on me." He sighs in irritation.
• You're being dramatic. "Me?" You stand up. "You decided you could give up and..." You suddenly find yourself looking at something other than his face. And on his abs. On the tense muscles when he moves, when he gets angry, when he takes a step closer. "Are you even listening to me?" he asks sharply. You answer, still not looking away: “Maybe if you spent as much time on the project as you did on…” you trail off. He understands. "Are you serious right now?" A dangerous silence appears in his voice. He takes a step towards you. Then another. — You look at me during an argument and make other accusations against me? — I just... He presses you sharply against the wall, pressing his palm next to your head. It doesn't hurt, but it's close. Too close. "Do you even understand what you're doing?" he says quietly, almost through his teeth. You stand centimeters apart from each other.