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A/n: hiya!  This one is a lot shorter (only ~1900 words as opposed to last one's 4k), it's a college au with an established Thominewt relationship (they're roommates btw...maybe not the best idea ever on the school's part, but great for us!)  Hope you like it!

A big THANK YOU to FlopiRivers for being my beta reader for this one!  You're awesome!  *Flopi emoji*

WARNINGS: Thominewt fluff and that's it.  That's the whole thing.  Just Thominewt fluff.

March

Minho said it first, surprisingly.  All three of them had, to some degree or another, expected Newt to be the first one to say it.  But one night, when they were saying their good night's, Minho, half asleep, had murmured, "I love you."

Thomas sat bolt upright, thankfully not disturbing Minho, who had already fallen asleep.  He looked to his left and met Newt's wide eyes.  Exhaling shakily, he laid down again, still looking at Newt, who was in between him and Minho.

The blond was the first to speak.  "Did he just-" he whispered.

Thomas nodded, a faint smile on his face.  "Yeah."

Newt's eyes widened further, but he didn't say anything-instead, he simply kissed Thomas, then turned his head to plant a kiss on Minho's temple.  Releasing a shaky breath, he reached out to hold Thomas's hand.  "Good night, Tommy," he whispered.

Thomas squeezed his hand.  "Night, Newt."

They said nothing else that night, and didn't bring it up to Minho the next day, either.  Thomas and Newt did have a silent conversation behind his back, though-do you think he remembers? Thomas tried to convey, and apparently Newt understood, because his answering glance screamed I don't know.

Evidently he did, because he said it again-while more or less fully conscious-the next night, and the next, and the next.

None of them ever addressed it, and neither of them said it back.

Two months later

May

"Last day of exams!" Thomas cheered as he shook Minho awake.  "C'mon, you don't want to be late!"

Minho groaned, then pulled out his phone to check the time.  "Thomas.  We still have over an hour," he mumbled, flopping back.

"Are you aware of how long you spend on your hair each morning?" Newt asked wryly from where he sat on the side of the bed.

"Fair enough," Minho conceded.  "This amazingness"-he gestured to his hair, which was currently absent of product-"is too fabulous to be naturally occurring."

Newt sighed.  "Sure," he said as he stood up and stretched.  He was already ready, and had only really been waiting for Minho to get up so he could say goodbye.  "Well, I'm gonna head out to grab some breakfast."

"Alright, bye Newt!" Thomas exclaimed, coming over to kiss him quickly.

Newt walked over to where Minho was still lying down and pecked him on the lips.  "Bye, Min Min," he said as he headed for the door.

"Bye, Newtie!" he called just before the door closed.  He knew that his boyfriend was rolling his eyes on the other side of the door, but hadn't that been half of why he did it?  Besides, it was the last day of finals, he mused as he finally got up to start styling his hair.  It was a special occasion.

That afternoon, they returned to their dorm one by one, exhausted from the day's events.  Thomas was the first one back, then Minho, and finally Newt, coming in almost an hour after the other two.