SOTUS: The University Days (and Other Universes)

Not a Slytherin

Arthit has spent his entire third year building a scary, snarky personality that undoubtedly made his juniors cowering. His name almost became "he who must not be named," and he was completely fine with it. It was his goal, after all, to become a hot, dangerous, smoldering Slytherin.

But his laptop's screen that shows the Pottermore website says otherwise. He looks at his boyfriend beside him, pouting. "Friendship? And bravery?"

Kongpob nods.

"What the hell are with those sappy shit?!" He tries to go back to the home page and tries to retake the test again, smashing his finger on the touchpad because the website won't let him. "What an asshole website!"

"P'Arthit, being snarky at your laptop won't change the results." Kongpob then wraps his arms around Arthit. "You are my brave and friendly Gryffindor boyfriend," Kongpob says as he rubs his cheeks on Arthit's shoulder.

But Arthit whines. "Koooong!"

Kongpob finds him really adorable right now, so he steals a kiss from his cheek. "I so love you... soooo much." He presses his cheek against Arthit's shoulder again.

Arthit untangles the arms around him and pushes his boyfriend away. "And you! How are you a Slytherin if you're a cheeseball like this? What did you do? Fake the results, huh?"

"What? No!"

"Then how are you a Slytherin?"

As if the question is a password to a secret door, Kongpob changes his expression, eyes fiery with what's not there earlier. "I'm glad you asked."

"W-what? What do you mea—"

Arthit isn't able to finish his question as his boyfriend drags him to the bed. "Kong, what are you doing?!"

Climbing on top of Arthit, he hisses and whispers, "showing you how to be a Slytherin." Then, he bites Arthit's earlobe.

After almost an hour of Kongpob showing how it's done, Arthit catches is own breath. Kongpob guesses now he understands.

Ten points for Slytherin.