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It’s been a pretty good week for the crow crew—not their name, as Kaz tends to remind Jesper.
Finals are heading their way, but as of right now Jesper and Wylan are content with their homework spread across the floor and coffee table.
They have a system now, one carefully curated after Jesper had discovered just how severe Wylan’s dyslexia was; they do their homework together every Sunday, Jesper reads out loud any assignment given to Wylan on paper, and Wylan helps Jesper with his math and science pre-recs that Jesper claims are “completely unnecessary and over the top for his history and theatre majors.”
Next to Wylan’s Music Theory assignment is a Wild Berry Redbull that he has already chugged.
The thing about Wylan is, he is constantly fatigued—a chronic exhaustion that comes from years of a brain on overdrive and autistic burnout. Nina often tells him that the caffeine is doing absolutely nothing to benefit him and will probably make it worse in the long run, but Wylan chooses to ignore this for his own college-kid sanity
In all reality, the combination of caffeine, a major in your long-time hyperfixation, and sitting next to your favorite person is a recipe for a LOT of unwarranted rambles.
So, that's where Jesper finds himself right now—lying back on the couch, watching his boyfriend doodle on the sides of his paper while he talks about parallel fifths:
“Honestly Jes, I think they sound fine in this instance. Bach was just being incredibly dramatic.”
“Darling, my sunshine, my absolute favorite man on this planet… I have no idea who Bach is or what a parallel whatever is bu—“
Jesper is suddenly cut off by Wylan’s backtracking, “Oh, you’re trying to work. I’m sorry, I can stop.”
Wylan drops his pen, his hand headed straight for his mouth—an anxious tic he can’t seem to break.
Jesper lightly grabs his hand before it can reach its destination, interlocking their fingers.
“Absolutely not. I was going to say ‘but I could listen to you ramble for eons if I had to’.”
Wylan’s lips turn into a small smile, “Oh… Okay,” and there he begins again, talking about the intricacies of music theory Jesper would never be able to begin to understand.
Not once does Wylan make direct eye contact.
Not once does Jesper look away from Wylan’s face, soaking up every ounce of passion from his boyfriend’s facial expressions.
And next week, when they’re in the same position, homework spread about the room, caffeine, and neurodivergent minds, this will happen again.
Except that time around it will be Jesper, hands wild and expressions theatrical switching topics from the current economy to why the general in his textbook could’ve ended some military conflict Wylan’s never heard about. But Wylan will admire every bit of it, wondering what he did to deserve such a beautiful man with such a beautiful mind.