hurt // obikin au [on hold]

t w o

anakin's having a bad day.

it starts when he wakes up an hour and a half late. he'd forgotten to set his alarm (this was padmé's fault somehow -- anakin always found ways to blame her) and missed his first two classes. this isn't really something he can afford this early in the semester as a first year university student, so he scrambles to get dressed and out the door.

padmé, the angel that she is, lets him copy her notes (bless her soul, even if it is her fault that he missed the classes). by the time lunchtime rolls around, he's even grumpier because his paycheck for his job hasn't come through, and he doesn't have enough money to buy his food. he accidentally snaps a tray in half out of fury, and padmé, pale and wide-eyed, buys his food even though he asks her not to.

"i'm sorry," he manages to say even before he's calmed down, which is a miracle. usually, when anakin's angry, he's past the point of speaking. "i scared you before. i didn't mean to."

padmé smiles, color returning to her cheeks. "it's okay, ani. it's not like it's the first time i've seen you snap." he winces when she says that; he doesn't want anyone seeing him like that, especially not her. "it doesn't scare me." she reaches out, touches his wrist. he fights the urge to flinch back; he doesn't like being touched, and she knows it. she must really mean this.

he manages a smile back, takes an apple off her try and bites into it. he tries to shut his brain off, but it keeps whirling. 

- - -

it gets worse.

anakin has mostly cooled off by the time he's done with classes for the day. padmé is going back to his dorm room with him like every friday afternoon, and he's so looking forward to a lazy night in with his best friend.

"we're not watching harry potter again," anakin states before he shoves his key in the lock.

"ani --" padmé starts to whine before cutting herself off. "did you see this?"

"see what?" anakin looks up at the door. his name is printed in all caps on an envelope, just "ANAKIN SKYWALKER," and padmé plucks it off the door. he opens it, reads it aloud. "'anakin skywalker, you're being informed that you've received a new roommate.' the fuck? i purposely requested a single!"

padmé shrugs. "we did find out that our incoming class had more people than they'd expected..."

he frowns. "i guess i should find out who it is, huh?"

padmé nods. her hand grips his wrist almost subconsciously; though neither of them know who the roommate will be, padmé is worried it'll set him off. he's been so on edge all day, part of her thinks it would be good for it to just happen...but the rest of her knows better.

anakin gives a shrug, turns his key in the lock and shoulders the door open. he doesn't remember opening his mouth, but a choked sound leaves his mouth, and the guy turns at the sound.

obi fucking wan fucking kenobi.

obi-wan kenobi is staring at anakin and padmé. his face is expressionless -- he looks neither pleased nor disappointed to be there. anakin is so angry he doesn't know what to do. he is angry beyond the point of feeling it. somehow he manages to fumble for padmé's hand.

obi-wan takes note of anakin's tense shoulders, his stoic face, the way his fingers are tight around padmé's. he doesn't say anything, he just turns back and finishes unpacking.

anakin can see the smirk on his face, though, small as it is, and that makes him very nervous.