[RL: Devit; Shito | Backdated to yesterday, I think]

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It'd been the worst week that Devit had had in a... Well, actually, it had been one bad week in a series of several bad weeks he'd been having for the past two months, but this definitely ranked up in the top three worst of them. Between Shito disappearing and being left alone in the dorm, he didn't know what to do with himself anymore; there were

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[tiedbyfate]

The discussion wasn't arguing, just a low, urgent discussion, too quiet for Devit to make out individual words. It cut off somewhere down the hall, and then there were rapid footsteps as someone approached Shito's door.

The next moment, the door was flung open and Shito stood framed in the doorway, looking around his room critically. Finally his eyes landed on Devit. He looked exhausted, and a little angry, but the latter wasn't too unusual.

"We're back," he said simply.

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Devit sat forward as soon as the door flung open. He gawked at Shito for a few seconds, and then--just as they made eye contact and Shito's words left his mouth--he leapt from the bed and practically launched himself at the other boy.

"Shito!"

[tiedbyfate]

Shito yelped and jerked back, but Devit crashed into him anyway. They went down in a tangle of limbs.

"What the hell?!" Shito exclaimed, trying to wriggle out from under the Noah.

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Seemingly unfazed by the fall, Devit wrapped his arms around him and clung tightly for a few moments before quickly fumbling to a seated position, straddling Shito.

"Where the fuck did you-- What happened?! I thought--" And then, just as quickly, he was clinging to him again.