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Senior year descends upon everyone like a nightmare; the wreckage covers the host's health, their relationships, their inner peace and confidence. It reduces the student to a shell of what they used to be. You are no different, a slave to academic validation and impending deadlines. Add to it the demands of earning money and your sanity was hanging by the last bit of loose-spun, stretched-thin thread.
This is why you hadn't yet asked Mingyu, your boyfriend of a year and a half, to move in with you. You had thought of asking him at New Year's, but thought better of it at the last moment. Junior year had already eaten away at your resolve; you didn't want Mingyu to move in to an essentially empty flat as you attended classes all day, worked the evening away and then studied all night to prepare for exams or to get your thesis done or anything that your professors demanded.
The younger boy was always so selfless, dealing with your mood swings and giving you space when you felt overwhelmed, sneaking you in when you showed up drunk on the doorstep of his (shared with three others) flat and stocking your fridge with cooked food so you wouldn't have to cook yourself when you were finally done working and wouldn't skip a meal just because you didn't have much time between your classes. You saw him less and less often as both your mid-terms approached, and exams carry this soul-sucking, suffocating property with them that depletes all your social battery and for a student like you who can't, for the life of them, follow a proper schedule, you're all but scrambling to keep it together.
Mingyu sends you selfies every day, ones that you heart immediately, and that is literally the only reason why you haven't lost it yet. It's the only part of your day that you look forward to, the only interaction the two of you have until your mid-terms have passed. Your omega is done first, immediately coming over to stay for a few days the day you have your last exam. What he finds is his alpha knocked out face-down on the bed. You had only managed to do the bare minimum of toeing off your shoes, having fallen asleep without even changing. Your boyfriend takes it upon himself to change you, before getting into bed beside you, a smile pressing into your shoulder as he dozes off.
