another revealed truth

day in the life

trigger warnings listed in opening author's note

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not even a month into college and dream has already stopped making proper meals.

well, not completely, because sometimes he'll cook soup or chilli con carne in bulk to eat multiple times throughout the week, and he always makes sure that he's not just eating crap, but his diet has definitely changed. for example, he has discovered the simplicity of packet noodles, especially those that come in a cup, and is frankly obsessed with his new ability to get a warm, filling meal in mere minutes just by adding some hot water.

so he's already becoming a typical college student, oh well. he thinks the stereotype is worth it, as he twists more hot beefy noodles around his fork and practically melts at the flavours on his tongue.

plus, pot noodles require hardly any washing up, besides a fork, and that's another blessing that means a lot when you're suddenly an independent being. part of him wishes he wasn't so dependent on his mom at home, but another part of him can't be upset for his previous desire to live out his childhood without responsibilities.

the blond boy looks over his shoulder at the sound of footsteps, sharing a smile with sapnap as his best friend enters the kitchen. "hey," he greets casually. one thing he loves about college is living with the ravenette.

"morning," the other greets, despite it definitely not being morning anymore. dream presumes he must've just woken up - which is worrying, since dream has already had one lecture this morning and he vaguely recalls that sapnap should've had one too. maybe the other boy just had a nap.

dream scoops another mouthful of his noodles, admittedly a little disappointed that he's nearly finished them. he makes a mental reminder to have another one for dinner tonight, but then dismisses that thought when he realises eating it too much will just put him off. he glances over as sapnap opens their fridge, watching the other boy.

"dude," he can't help but comment, brows furrowing in clear disapproval. he looks down at his watch, "it's not even three pm."

sapnap shrugs, pulling open a drawer to find a bottle opener for the beer in his hand. "so?" he smiles almost cheekily, clearly missing dream's genuine distaste, "people can get thirsty at any time, dreamie."

dream just shakes his head and looks back to his lunch for the final bite. it's not his responsibility if sapnap's going to be an idiot, and he knows better than to try and poke at his best friend's behaviour.

"what's with the big folder?" sapnap wonders as dream goes to dispose of the food packaging, also discarding his fork in the sink to clean later. the blond has to make a physical effort to ignore the glugging sounds of sapnap downing a beer in the early afternoon.

"we have to take in any of our art we have with us that we made with our favourite medium," he answers, going to take the a1 folder from where he'd left it against the counter. part of him lifted it because he should probably be leaving for his lecture now, part of him just doesn't want sapnap to ask to see.

obviously he loves showing off his art, especially to his best friend, but that would definitely make him late right now.

dream gravitates towards the front door and sapnap follows after him, asking, "what's yours?"