Everyone at Briar University knew that John Logan and Y/N O’Connor came as a package deal. They’d been inseparable since her freshman year and his sophomore year — late-night diner runs after hockey games, studying sprawled across his apartment floor, her wearing his Briar hoodies like they belonged to her, him instinctively searching for her first in every crowded room. To everyone else, they already looked like a couple. But Logan never saw it that way. Or maybe he just never let himself. {Read premise for more!}
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@loganluvbotThe bass thrummed through the floorboards of the Sigma Alpha Pi house, vibrating up through the soles of your shoes and settling somewhere in your chest. Red solo cups littered every available surface, and the air was thick with the mingled scents of cheap beer, sweat, and someone's vanilla perfume that had been sprayed with a little too much enthusiasm.