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Usually Shiro would be able to handle this, he wouldn’t be annoyed by the loud noises, but he had a big test coming up in a few days and he needed to study, get the information packed into his brain for the day of the test.

He was just about to go see what the hell the guy next door was doing when his phone vibrated on his desk. Eyes flicking to it, he recognized the contact name on the screen, Short Pyro, and huffed out a chuckle, lifting his phone. He read the message Keith had sent him before letting out a slightly louder laugh.

‘Lance called me earlier, crying about some dog movie, and now he’s texting me about another one. Should I tell him the dog dies in the end so he has a warning and doesn’t call me crying again, or should I let him suffer? I think I’m going to let him suffer.’

Shiro didn’t quite know who Lance was, he just knew it was one of his brother’s friends from high school. He knew the two had literally hated each other during their first few years in high school, but something happened that led them to becoming close friends. Despite what Keith would say about him, Shiro knew he cared about this Lance guy.

‘Don’t be mean to your friends.’

He sent the message and sighed, only just then realizing his neighbor was quieting down once more. He had just been about to go back to studying when he got another message.

‘You do it to Matt, shut up. Besides, it’s too late anyways, the dog died.’

Shiro simply huffed quietly with a small smile, shaking his head before turning his attention back to his notebook. He had only just picked it up and begun to go over his notes when an actual sob sounded next door. The young adult froze, staring at the words on the pages as another sob sounded from his neighbor's dorm room. His mind raced with thoughts, like whether he should just ignore him and go back to doing what he was doing or go see if he was okay.

Sadly, Shiro’s nice guy side won the argument and he found himself slipping the shirt he had removed once arriving back at his dorm back on and heading for the door.

He locked his door behind him, eyes darting around the halls to make sure no one else was going to the guy’s dorm first before walking the very short distance to it. He had raised his hand to knock on his dorm neighbor’s door when a broken voice sounded on the other side of the door.

“Keeiiittthhh, you should have warned me!” The stranger cried out, voice hitching. The name had him pausing, brows furrowing as he stared at the door silently for a long moment. Maybe it was just a coincidence and the guy knew someone named Keith? An offended gasp sounded from the person on the other side of the door, a shaky laugh leaving him not too soon after. “You still could have told me Old Yeller was going to die! I thought you love me!”

Shiro felt a chuckle force its way out of his throat and he quickly quieted himself. He hadn’t heard what the person on the other side said, raising his hand to knock once more.

Just before he could, however, the door opened and he found himself face to face with a very, very pretty person.

The stranger was completely shirtless, leaving his dark skin completely exposed and leaving Shiro breathless. The sweats the guy was wearing were hanging off his slim hips slightly, showing off his hipbones and the slightest starts of a happy trail leading down from his belly button. His skin was flushed slightly, whether from heat or embarrassment from being in front of a stranger shirtless, Shiro wasn’t sure.

He was quick to drag his attention back to the guy’s face and grey orbs met bright blue. His eyes were so captivating despite the slight redness to them which let Shiro know he had truly been crying only moments before. It was then that he noticed the drying tear stains on the other’s face, leaving his face still slightly wet, but probably not as wet as it had been moments before.

A nicely shaped eyebrow quirked as the stranger stared at him, head slowly cocked to the side. Dark brown hair flopped to the side slightly as well and wow, it looked so soft to the touch.

“Keith, I gotta go, some cute guy is at my door.” Shiro hadn’t even seen the guy raise his phone to his ear once more, eyes flickering to his hands when he turned his attention to his phone to hang up. He has nice hands. The stranger cleared his voice and Shiro quickly looked at his face once more, taking note on the amused look that flickered through those beautiful eyes. Beautiful eyes that were red from crying. That didn’t look right.

He finally remembered what he had come there for a quickly cleared his own throat, heat slowly raising to his cheeks and pulling an amused chuckle from the guy.

“Is...Is, uh, everything alright?” When he just got a quirked brow, Shiro continued. “I, uh...I heard crying and I wanted to, uh...to make sure everything was alright?” His voice raised in volume slightly in a questioning tone and the stranger simply stared at him for a moment before his amused exterior crumbled.

“No, everything is not alright!” And oh no, his eyes were watering again. “They killed the fucking dog in Old Yeller! Who gives those fuckers the right to make me get attached to him and then kill him?!” Shiro was silent, watching the guy flail his arms slightly as he ranted about how the creators of the movie ‘Old Yeller’ had killed off the dog even after everything he had gone through.

He was silent for a long moment before cutting in, a hand raising to take hold of one of the guy’s wrists, which made him freeze.

“What’s your favorite kind of ice cream?” He questioned, tone completely serious. The guy stared at him for a long moment, obviously confused before answering with a quiet murmur of ‘neapolitan‘. Shiro nodded once and finally released his wrist, offering the stranger a smile. “I’ll be back. Don’t watch anymore sad dog movies while I’m gone.” And with that, he was taking off, leaving a confused and slightly flushed guy standing in his doorway.

When Shiro returned the the dorms, a bag with a tub of ice cream in hand, he went straight to his neighbor’s dorm. Raising his hand, he knocked exactly three times and heard someone let out a startled noise. It sounded like someone had fallen over something, a horrified squawk sounding on the other side of the door. The sound pulled a laugh from the young adult, a hand coming up to covering his mouth as he snickered behind his hand as the stranger opened the door to reveal his disheveled appearance. A huffed passed those pretty pink lips as the guy crossed his arms, trying to hold back a small smile.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up, big guy.” That statement only pulled another laugh from Shiro, which led the guy to openly smiling slightly. “So why have I been asked my favorite ice cream flavor and been told not to watch anymore dog movies?” The question made Shiro remember just what he had gone to the store for and he lifted the bag. The guy stared at it for a moment before looking at the Shiro.

“I know ice cream always cheers me up when I’m upset and you seemed actually, truly upset about Old Yeller dying, so-” Shiro trailed off, ducking his head down with an almost embarrassed smile. Why did he do this for some guy he doesn’t even know.

A soft laugh sounded from the person and the sound was like music to his ears.

“You are an actual dork.” There was an amused undertone to the guy’s voice and Shiro found himself looking at him once more, taking in the sight of the gentle smile that had spread across his face. Shit, he was so pretty.

“So I’ve been told..” He murmured, standing at full height and fully appreciating how the other was just barely shorter than him. He jumped slightly when he felt the guy grab his wrist and had gone to question him when he was being pulled into the dorm room. In moments, Shiro’s mind was racing with thoughts as he let himself be pulled through the dorm, eyes wide and taking in his surroundings.  It was actually fairly clean inside, almost as clean as his own dorm with the exception of a few shirts laying around here and there.

“Sit.” The stranger’s voice caught his attention and he looked at the guy before looking behind him, noticing the couch behind him. He silently sat down and watched as the guy walked away from a moment before returning, two plastic spoons in hand. Shiro had parted his lips to question him when a finger was pressed against them. “Shush. You got me ice cream so now you get to eat it with me and we can watch a movie. A happy movie.”

Shiro silently stared at him before letting out a huffed out chuckle, shaking his head slightly before digging the tub of ice cream out of the bag.

“I can dig that.”

Before either of them really knew it, hours had passed and they were already out of the ice cream. At some point, they had gone from watching comedy to watching horror and were at that moment watching ‘The Axe Murders of Villisca’. Shiro had learned over the night that the guy’s name was Lance and he ended up excusing himself to the bathroom to question Keith to confirm whether or not it was the Lance he thought it was and then freak out because “how couldn’t you tell me your best friend went to the same college as me??”. His brother had just ended up laughing before wishing him luck and simply hanging up on him.

The two were barely paying attention to the movie, the both them just talking about the most random points. Something in the movie caught Lance’s attention and the younger male (Shiro learned he was 20, only three years younger than himself) stared at the screen, giving Shiro a short moment to silently admire the attractive guy he found himself spending time with. He hadn’t noticed Lance look at him again until their eyes met, silently boring into each other as they held eye contact for a long moment. Lance was the first to break it off, clearing his throat and offering a small grin.

“You know, you didn’t have to do any of this for me.” The younger started, earning a confused look from Shiro. Before he could question him, though, Lance continued. “See if I was okay, get me ice cream, stay with me even after we were done with the ice cream.” He moved his hand dismissively and it pulled a soft chuckle from the older male.

“What can I say, I’m a nice guy who hates seeing others upset.” Shiro shrugged slightly, smiling at the other. Lance silently stared at him for a moment before a warm smile spread across his face, head tilting slightly.

“Yeah, you really are a nice guy..” The way he said it, voice soft and full of warmth, the way he looked at Shiro with such a warm gaze, it all made his heart hammer in his chest. It had been a long time since someone made him feel that way, made his heart race and thoughts of possibly getting to know him more running through his mind. His mouth started moving before he could stop himself.

“Do you...wanna do this again?” Lance quirked a brow with an amused quirk of his lips and Shiro ended up letting out a flustered sound, looking at his hands. “I..I don’t mean the crying and stuff, I, I mean the movie and-” A laugh made him stop and look at the younger male, who was smiling at him.