The sun, burning low in the morning sky, backlights the guy's head of blonde, framing his hair with a halo of glowing gold. God have mercy, groans Merlin's sleep deprived brain, a prince come to sweep me into his arms and carry me out of this hole of study I've dug myself into.
"Mmm," murmurs the guy, staring lovingly at his yellow-wrapped food. "Beesechurger."
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Merlin is on scholarship and Arthur is a post-graduation mess (AU -- MODERN SETTING)
(For some reason, this did super well on AO3, so I've also decided to post it here!)