Breathe you in

Breathe you in

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Dylan doesn't ask for help during heat week. He never has. He has Nano, he has a system, he has it handled. Except this time, he doesn't. And Jun - loud, sharp, insufferable Jun who has never once in his life done anything quietly - stays anyway. Sits on his floor. Brings him toast. Keeps a distance that costs him more than Dylan knows. What Dylan doesn't realize is that Jun has been holding himself back for longer than just this week. That the teasing and the sharp comments and the constant hovering were always the easier option. Easier than saying the thing underneath it. Easier than being this version of himself - the one that means it. But Jun is done with easy. "I want to court you. Properly." Dylan doesn't know what to do with a Jun who is serious. A Jun who remembers offhand things he said six months ago. A Jun who shows up, and stays, and doesn't make it weird. He is figuring it out. Slowly. Against his will.
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