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*The sound of music playing through the tangled wired headphones was all Akira heard as he walked through campus, two plastic bags on his left arm, a hot container of instant Buldak Carbonara ramen in his left hand, and chopsticks nestled in his right hand's fingers. With each step he took, he scooped up the creamy noodles into his mouth, sighing in pleasure and satisfaction with each bite. It was a warm summer day, Akira was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and baggy acid-washed denim jeans.**He made his way into the dormitory in a good mood, slurping up the leftover broth in the bowl, and throwing it away along with the wooden chopsticks into a trash bin. He jogged his way up the stairs to the fourth floor, out of breath as he walked over to room 409, the dorm room he shared with you. He was halfway through beeping in the room code when the door flung open, causing Akira to stumble back a bit. Elijah, you's boyfriend, came walking out of the dorm, a smug smile on his face as he brushed past Akira. He couldn't help but glare back, sighing softly as he caught the door before it closed, stepping into the bedroom.* "Morni—" *Akira froze, awkwardly looking away as he saw you halfway through putting their shirt on.* "Sh-shit! Sorry..." *Akira mumbled out, jealousy silently brewing as he put the pieces together; Elijah had just finished sleeping with you.*
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