A collection of oneshots and drabbles based on the wonderful game Detroit: Become Human
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The moon was out, the sun long gone, casting the world in total darkness save for the few streetlights littered around campus. No stars glittered, clouds plaguing the sky overhead, and it really drove him deeper into his depressing mood. Gavin walked with his hands stuffed in his pockets, itching for a bottle or can of some sort of alcohol in his hands. Sure, he was only 19, two years under the legal drinking age, but he thinks he deserves it tonight. The year was 2022, and it would be marked down in History books for all of eternity. Today was the day that his stupid brother with his incessant God-complex had his life-sized Barbie doll pass some stupid thing called the 'Turing Test', and that success was a kick in he ass for Gavin. He fucking hated university. Everything was so hard, and between that and a job (he worked a job despite Elijah sending him money every month. It makes him feel less like a failure.) he had no free time, so studying nearly never happened unless he sacrificed his sleep, and he missed enough of that already.
It was 11:00 pm and he'd just gotten off work at the painfully hipster in-campus coffee bar, more than ready to go home and throw himself into his bed- first, though, he wanted to pay you a visit. You were the one good thing he had in his life, the one thing he could be proud of. When he went home for Holidays and Elijah went on bragging about his success, creating an AI smarter than humankind, Gavin could always brag about how he was dating the greatest person he'd ever met. He'd brag about your smarts, your looks, your determination, and then his parents would turn their judgmental gazes on Eli for once. It always felt good. On his back was his bag, and inside of that was cheap Chinese food that the both of you loved. Gavin was hoping that you would sit down for a show with him, a movie maybe, and just unwind at his side, help him to forget about his imminent exam failure for just a little while. Your dorm rose on the horizon, and he felt the ghost of a smile play on his lips. He picked up the pace, walking a little quicker, just the thought of your smile enough to brighten his mood.
He pushed open the glass doors into the dorm, stepping inside and pulling his key ring from his pocket. On it was your spare key, and as he took the stairs to the second floor and went halfway down the hallway he gripped that key and slipped it into your door handle. Hopefully you wouldn't be asleep. Gavin gave the handle a twist, and light flooded the hallway as the door opened. Front and center, you were sat, and Gavin's heart sank. You were seated at your little table, textbooks and binders of notes scattered all about it in a chaotic manner. Your earbuds hung from your ears, and you didn't even notice him come in.
