After Class Hours

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose.

Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes.

Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay.

They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds.

Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise.

He sees them both slipping.

Not failing.
Slipping.

So he tells them to stay after class. Every day.

Not for tutoring.
Not for discipline.
Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work.
A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay."

And somehow, without anybody planning it...

The quiet one.
The loud one.
And the man who teaches them how to stay.

Start learning how to need each other.

Not in a fast way.
Not in a dramatic way.

In the way real connections happen:

Slow glances.
Shared exhaustion.
Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight.
Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt.
Being seen without having to explain.

This is a story about:
Black boy rest.
Soft dominance.
Messy feelings.
Learning how to stay present.

No fake deep.
No forced love.
Just real people figuring out how to breathe.