At the Apartment – Evening
The school day had ended, and the boys were all back at their shared apartment—except for Drake, of course.
Nathan and Tristan were in Nathan’s room, doing what they hadn’t done in a long time—just spending time together.
No drama.
No tension.
Just the two of them, like before.
Nathan was lying on his bed, flipping lazily through a book he wasn’t even paying attention to, while Tristan sat on the chair beside the desk, rambling about random things.
"And I swear to God, Nate, that professor is out to get me. I mean, how could he roast me like that in class today? Like, damn, sir, let me live!"
Nathan smirked slightly but didn’t look up. "I guess that’s what you get for not studying, dumbass."
Tristan gasped, placing a hand over his heart. "Excuse me? I do
