Oneshots?

Campus; Nico DiAngelo & Will Solace (Part 1)

Inspiration is the video above, credit to the artist, Bonxxii on Youtube.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

Well, waking up is never fun, anyone can attest to that. Waking up to your cat- who is on your chest, purring, begging for food, while half asleep- is better.
     "Mr. Meowses.. come on.. I'll feed you in a minute," I say to my sleeping cat, picking him up by the torso. I'd been in college for probably around 2-3 months, as a major in forensic CSI. I love it, but oh my gods the level of stress associated with all the work takes a toll on my non-existent mental health.
     I place Mr. Meowses on the ground, and he hisses at me, definitely asking for food. "Gods, I'll get it for you in a second," I state, patting him on the head. Turning around to grab the bag of food, I put it in the bowl for my very aggressive cat. He finally starts eating, and I get ready for class. The first horrid thing about my appearance is that my hair was neat. Very neat. Well, time to mess that up. Following making my hair an absolute gorgeous mess, I brush my teeth and get dressed.
     "Bye-bye Meowses," I tell him, patting the top of his head. He sticks his tongue out, showing appreciation for a ton of food. I get out the door, and sling my bag over my shoulder, locking the door behind me. As I start walking, I start thinking about how today will go. One thing, then the next. A lecture here, a lecture there. Drifting into my own world, I stop paying attention to the world around me, including the people. So, of course, my clumsy ass being who I am, I bump into this kid.
     "I-I'm so so so so so sorry-" He says, and I look up at him, a blonde boy, golden eyes, freckles...
     "It's okay. I'm the one who bumped into you, sorry about that."
     "No, I was in your way-"
     I look down at my feet, mumbling a sorry as I walk away. I swear to myself, getting to the Art and Science building. I plop down into my seat, taking my bag off of my shoulder. I space out again, thinking every so often about the boy I bumped into. Great, now I've found something to attach my feelings to other than my cat.
     I put my head down, waiting for the professor to start class. I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I look up to see... great. Him. The boy. He says something, but me being tired, doesn't understand what he says.
     "What'd you say?"
     "Is this seat taken?"
     "Uhh, no?"
     "Good. Gods, I've been coming here forever and still haven't got a seat, do you usually sit here? I've never really noticed you in here. What's your name?"
     For the love of all that's holy, he has so much energy. It's tiring.
     "Nico."
     "I'm Will! Will Solace, nice to meet you! Sorry I bumped into you outside..."
     "It's okay," I say. This interaction goes on for quite a bit, and when I mean a bit, I mean for months. Skipping forward a bit ahead in time, I'd gotten to know him well. Getting back to my apartment, I rush upstairs to lay in my bed, oh my sweet, sweet bed. I quickly go to the window to open it, as Meowses likes it, and see a certain blonde-haired someone sitting on the green in front of my apartment, reading a book. I smirk to myself, and lay down in my bed, slowly falling asleep.