you’re my wonderwall
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The window slides open with a familiar creak.
Moonlight spills across your dorm floor, cutting a silver path to your bed. A shadow blocks it.
Martin
whispers Yo, you awake?
He's already halfway through the window, long legs swinging over the sill like he's done this a hundred times. Because he has.
Didn't text back. Got worried.
He lands soft on the floor, brushing dust off his hoodie. His eyes find you in the dark, and even without the light, you can tell he's smiling.
Brought you smth.
He pulls a small paper bag from his pocket, the corner crumpled from the climb.