Forever
y'all it's been forever i'm so sorry for taking so long lmao school is a bitch. b u t i've promised @coconut-cluster some loceit drabbles, so this is first of many lolol so enjoy! it's short but i promise some longer ones are coming soon
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Ship: Loceit
AU: @coconut-cluster uni au! go check it out!
Logan was going insane, and of course, it was Janus Peter’s fault.
“Could you please at least pretend to be mature?”
Janus snarked in Logan’s direction, nose up in the air as the pair begrudgingly walked side by side on the sidewalk towards the music hall. It was their usual time for their study session but Janus’ jazz troupe had scheduled a practice for their next concert at the same time. Instead of rescheduling, however, Logan had offered to tag along with them so they could quickly start on their project together.
He was starting to truly regret this decision.
“Excuse me for being bitter, it wasn’t below freezing when I first walked here.”
“Oh no, you poor thing.” Janus’ deadpan tone nearly made Logan smile, and he might’ve if he didn’t feel like he was freezing to death. He was admittedly a bit stubborn when it came to the temperature, refusing to accept any of Patton’s jackets when he left in the morning, saying he was merely overreacting.
“Oh would you just-”
Janus stopped Logan in his tracks as he suddenly stood in front of him, begrudgingly taking off his scarf. He stepped closer to him, swinging the scarf above his head before pulling on the ends. Logan’s breath felt like it hung in the air as it was replaced with the bubbly feeling in his stomach.
They were so close. It wasn’t like they had never been close before, but seeing Janus this close without being so...conscious of what he was doing to Logan made his chest squeeze in a way that made Logan feel warmer than he did with the scarf on. He could catch the light dancing around in the promise of innocence in Janus’ eyes, the inside of his bottom lip worried between his teeth in concentration as he tied a knot on the scarf. And there was a nagging voice in the back of Logan’s head telling him that he wanted to be here forever. To bask in the warmth of Janus’ fingertips brushing his neck every so often, and to constantly be surrounded in the smell of old books and coffee, of perfect script handwriting and featherlight footsteps.
He wanted to be with Janus.
Shit.