In the Name of Love

Humorous!

A/N: I figured y'all deserve some fluff in the time of this lore, if you don't want fluff you can skip this chapter. It's Comedy Gold. It's also humanized, I think it'll be easier to write.

TW: drug reference

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[Trophy's POV]

I hate that OJ had switched the rooms around... I'm not sure who I'm bunking with yet but I'm sure it's no one good.

I hear footsteps approach me at a fast pace. I then get tackled.

"Gah! Watch where you're go-" I look up and see Cheesy. "-ing...oh. It's you. What do you want."

"I'm your new roomie!"

God please just strike me down. I can't deal with THIS dumbass as my roommate.

I just glare at him. "Get off of me."

"Sorry," he sheepishly said, getting up really fast.

The guys kinda cute in a way. His curly, blond hair...his vitiligo spotted skin...his golden eyes...his tooth gap...his...oh what am I thinking?? I don't like him! I can't!

He helps me up. His hands are so small...

"Sooo, where's our room?"

"OJ said it's D42..." I look up. Crap. Upstairs. I can't take the stairs.

"Well then, let's go upstairs I gu-"

"I have an elevator pass. They won't mind if you go with."

"Why do you have an elevator pass?" He looked at me, confused. I get that he wouldn't understand why.

"I got an amputation."

"Wait, why can't I-"

"I never wear shorts and I always wear socks."

"Ah." He stares at my legs for a few seconds. "...Oh! I see it now."

"Yeah. Surprised no one has noticed yet..." I grab him by the arm very gently and go to the elevator.

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It's super quiet in here. I never liked elevators. Cheesy doesn't either. I can see it. He's gripping onto the railings like he's holding on for dear life.

"...bro."

He jumps super hard then looks at me. "H-huh?"

"You good?" I go up to him.

He nodded. "Yeah, just a little shaken up, is all."

"...you have a fear of elevators too?" I had asked, my voice staying stoic.

"Y-yeah..."

I hesitated before speaking. "You can...hold my arm to feel better...or...whatever..."

He looked up at me, shocked. "Really?"

"Totally. Go for it." I held my arm out for him and he just...hugged me. My expression softened.

We stood in the elevator like that, hugging awkwardly for the remainder of the ride. Four minutes after we got on and we were there. Thankfully, at the end of the hallway. Upstairs is the fifties to hundred...this one is the ones to the fourties. We're fourty two.

I hold his hand so he doesn't feel unstable. His hand is so cold.

"Your hands warm," he said, looking away. He was blushing slightly. I nodded.

"Mh." I got to our room with him following close behind. I unlocked the door with the new keys and opened it.

"Woah..." Cheesy and I both said in unison. It was a large room. Two beds, two closets, a large window with a window sill we could sit on, and a spinning fan.