college roomies (o/o) [closed]

Leandro threw a goodbye over his shoulder as he flew down the stairs, rushing towards his car. Maybe going 10 over the speed limit so he didn’t have to run extra laps at practice was a bad idea in hindsight, but he got there right on time, smiling sheepishly at his captain as he jogged into the locker room.

(By the way I am so sorry I haven't been online, we had to wait a bit to pay the wifi bill and we have the worst phone signal in my area. I am here now!!!!! I am, again, so! So! Sorry!)

Quincy drove out of the apartment's parking lot, wasting no time in getting to his sister's house.

"Qui-Qui! I'm so glad you're here!" she embraced him in a rib-crushing hug, leading him inside.

When he got home after a long day of lifting boxes into the house and then arranging them in aesthetically pleasing places before opening about four of them and setting up the bed, Quincy collapsed onto the couch. He could probably grab a quick nap, choir wasn't for another half hour and his church was hardly far from here.

After two hours of painstakingly preparing for next week's service and scheduling for the next two weeks, he finally, finally, could rest. But Leandro would be home soon and Quincy wanted to spend a bit of roommate bonding time together. And he still had an essay due. Oh well, he'd find time for it later. Maybe pull an all-nighter if required. But maybe he could take a nap…

He curled up on the couch with a quilt and instantly passed out.

hey you’re all good!!!! no worries !!!!

Leandro was beyond sore after his practice. They had a big game coming up against their colleges rivals and Coach had decided to push them beyond their limits. Not only that, but he had twisted his ankle when landing from a block and it stung everytime he took a step.

Trekking up the stairs to their apartment, he opened the door, quietly calling out a “I’m home,” All he wanted to do was sit on the couch, ice his ankle, and talk with Quincy for a bit.

Dropping his bag at the door, Leandro found his way to the fridge, digging out a bag of frozen peas to soothe his ankle. Maybe Quincy’s already asleep, he thought, brows furrowed at the lack of a response.