Almost Yours

Gemini thought he knew the rhythm of university life: silent lectures like calm rivers, nights in the library like steady candlelight, and a routine mapped in careful lines. That was before he appeared. Fourth: the storm of the campus, reckless and untamed-always finds his way to the same table, sprawled across textbooks and laptops, drawing eyes and irritating Gemini with every smirk, every careless movement.

Fourth is fire, loud and unapologetic, yet beneath the blaze lies something Gemini cannot name. In the narrow aisles of the library, forced into proximity, they clash like colliding planets-whispered complaints ricocheting, books stolen like secret treasures, boundaries crossed in the smallest ways. Sparks ignite, sharp words fly, and in the quiet corners, between shelves and scattered notes, something fragile begins to bloom.

Gemini, usually a fortress of composure, finds himself defending more than space-thoughts, pride, even the pulse of his own heart. And Fourth, for all his bravado, begins to feel less like a storm to flee and more like the tide Gemini cannot resist. Late-night study sessions, brushes of hands, and the secret cracks of vulnerability become their unspoken language. Hate softens into warmth, tension melts into longing, and the slow, steady burn of something terrifyingly like love takes hold.

Between lecture halls, lamp-lit libraries, and quiet coffee shops, two worlds that should never collide fold into one. And perhaps, in the spaces Gemini never expected to surrender, the boy who raged like fire might become the place he finally calls home.