#eubyeol

Kangdae looked at his phone anxiously. He wasn’t interested in fighting a drakon today - preferably, Kangdae would go the rest of his life without fighting anything ever again. Around him, many of his classmates were scuttling home. Kangdae was just passing by the potting shed on the farside of campus when a screech overhead made him panic. Without looking, he quickly shouldered into the greenhouse, pulling a passing underclassman into the small building with him. He pulled them both to safety, hiding under one of the tables full of seedlings, before he realised who he’d brought with him. “Oh,” he said. “Hanbyeol.” There was another screech and Kangdae pulled his legs closer to his chest, worried about the glass walls of the greenhouse and getting spotted. He put a protective hand on Hanbyeol’s head, forcing him to duck at the sound of beating wings. 

location: Athena Dorm

Joonwoo was glad Eonia was getting back to normal. Classes were starting up once again, life was returning to the campus. Relief swept through him to finally be able to walk about as he pleased visiting his friends again without the fear of a Drakon killing him. And he was doing just that, sitting in the common area of Athena House with Hanbyeol as they studied for their respective exams coming up in a few days time.

“Hanbyeol, do you think you’ll be ready for your exam? We haven’t had a lot of time to study.” Joonwoo was certain he’d have to pull all-nighters and knowing Hanbyeol, he’d likely do the same. 

@eubyeol​

Isang groaned as he forced his eyes open. It was as if he could immediately feel, in the depths of his bones, how far between dusk and dawn he’d awoken. Despite the difficulty in opening eyes that always looked and felt a bit tired, he felt completely and uncharacteristically awake. He spared a glance to the nearest clock, unconsciously rolling his eyes when he verified the time. “Two o’clock...perfect,” he rasped as he eased himself up from his impossibly comfortable bed and swung his legs over the side.

Walking around campus in the darkest part of night is certainly not encouraged, but Isang was certain he wouldn’t be getting back to sleep any time soon. If he wanted to even think about sleeping again, he needed a bit of fresh night air and to stretch his perpetually sore legs. Halfway through his campus lap, he found himself gazing upwards. Not to the sky, for clarity or other reasons, but to the dorm rooms of his fellow classmates. He couldn’t help being curious about sleep. Not so much who was sleeping, but who wasn’t...and why.

Passing the next courtyard, Isang was all to unsurprised to see one window in particular alight. He sighed, steps faltering and then halting altogether. ‘Leave him be...if his face lands in the mac-n-cheese tomorrow in the cafeteria it’s his own fault,’ he warned himself. But that didn’t stop his feet from taking him to the door of the Athenian dorm. After visiting on many nights past curfew...for the same reason he was now, he knew exactly how to sneak in and made his way to the room of one of the handful of people he considered his friend.

His knuckles rapping against the door nearly sounded like canonfire in the silent hallway but he held his ground, waiting patiently to hear movement inside. When he was pretty sure he’d heard footsteps shuffling hesitantly to the door, he tapped again, this time quieter. “Byeolie...” he grumbled. They both knew why he was here.