Hurricane (slow-burn Lams)

Alexander Hamilton's life functioned like a hurricane. A huge, messy storm, with somewhat of a break now and then, only to run rampant again. This was particularly true in his relationships. Be it friends, family, lovers... It would start good, great even. The calm before the storm. Then he'd do or say something stupid, or something else would happen, and everything would go to shit. And the minute something seemed resolved or peaceful again, hell would hit for the second time. It was, at the very least, exhausting.

He had never been the hesitant type. He was a go-getter. He was ambitious. He fought for what he wanted and what he believed in. But now, he was finding his confidence diminishing. Not necessarily in his work, but in his relationships. He couldn't hope to meet someone new, keep a friend. The only thing he could rely on was his writing. It was the only thing he could keep consistent, keep control of, keep faith in. So of course, why not drown himself in essays and ignore the social aspects of life?

It was his junior year of college. He had switched to having entirely online classes, aside from being in the debate club. Meanwhile, his roommate, Aaron Burr, continued to take his classes in person, resulting in Hamilton often having a LOT of time to himself. Burr worried for him, but wasn't sure what he could do to help. That was, until he stumbled upon John Laurens, Maquis de Lafayette, and Hercules Mulligan at the local bar. Or, more accurately, was scouted out by the noisy group. Typically, he would steer clear of these types of people, but they reminded him of someone he used to know. The Alexander that once was social, didn't know how to shut up, and loved making new friends. So, he had an idea. Maybe, just maybe, he could force the hermit out of its shell and introduce just the people to bring his annoying smiles and non-stop mouth back.