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Remus is a man of habit.
At 9 AM, he's already out the door, headed to the bus stop in front of his apartment. The books in his bag weigh the same everyday and he eats the usual sloppy made 5 minute sandwhich.
Having a routine is comforting. A safe road he knows is safe to travel. Yet sometimes, it does get boring. So, how do you spice things up ?
Outfits.
Alright, he's a broke university student living of cup ramen and bad online poetry. Having an extensive wardrobe is definitely not on his hierarchy of needs. But Remus is strategic. He creates a seamlessly endless wardrobe by building his basics and some highlight pieces.
It works. He gets a few glances from strangers on the bus stop. A few longing looks from the passengers once he has to step off. Most importantly, he feels great in his skin.
All that until one day, a poreless HD ass of a man appears.
The problem ? He keeps appearing.
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Sirius likes dressing up, it's no secret.
Like his life, he loves exploring and trying things out. Having most of his childhood in the dark, university was his chance to live the Barbie pink life he always wanted.
Sirius may have a few branded things but as he always says, "expensive things can't buy you expensive taste". You won't ever see him in a tacky, combination of wearing double denim or matching pattern with pattern.
Aside from liking the freedom fashion provides him, he likes one upping this other guy in the bus stop.
He'd never have met the guy if he didn't dozed off and almost miss class, landing him on straight-out-of-a-magazine guy. Sirius hopes one day he'll muster up the courage to talk to him and ask where he bought his sunglasses.
Aside from the crush he's growing, the main problem lies in this splendid man.
He radiates hatred every morning.
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Remus, slowly refilling his energy with a cup of coffee, sat in the far end of the bus stop's seat. His earphones yapped away with his lecture recording. He checks his watch and voila ! He's 5 minutes from being late.
As you can see, he's off to a great start.
Sipping the bitter liquid, Remus looks around him. Just to check his surroundings of course. From a distance, his eyes catches a figure walking in what seems to be the cover of Vogue.
Please don't sit next to me. Please. Don't. Sit. Next. To. Me. Do not sit next to me. Do fucking not-
Remus squeezes his eyes shut. The man saw an empty space and sat a good length away from him. Cus' personal space am I right ?
