Dear Roommate Please Stop Being Hot [BL]
Chapter 104: Every Day Ends with You

Chapter 104: Every Day Ends with You

The door clicked shut behind them with a soft thud.

Emily stood just inside, her eyes adjusting to the warm, muted light spilling from the lamp on Lina’s desk.

The room smelled faintly like lavender — or maybe that was just Lina — and it felt... still. Like it was waiting.

Lina set her keys on the table by the door and kicked off her sneakers, then turned back, watching Emily without saying anything right away.

Emily took a few more steps in. Her fingers trailed along the edge of the bookshelf by the wall — where art supplies and sketchpads were stacked alongside a few old novels with folded corners.

"It feels like you," she murmured, eyes soft.

Lina arched a brow. "Messy?"

Emily turned, smiling. "No. Warm. A little chaotic. Quiet in the best way."

Lina bit her lip, amused, but didn’t deflect the compliment. She walked closer, stopping just in front of her.

"First time someone’s called my room quiet."

Emily shrugged one shoulder. "It’s not the room," she said quietly. "It’s you."

The words hit deeper than she’d expected, like they’d bypassed her ears and gone straight to her chest.

Lina’s expression shifted—just a flicker of something vulnerable in her eyes—but she covered it with a soft exhale, then stepped aside toward the bed.

"You wanna sit?" she asked.

Emily nodded, and they sat together, knees brushing. The blanket beneath them was soft and worn — the kind people always kept, even if it didn’t match anything else.

For a moment, neither moved. Emily looked down at their legs barely touching. Her fingers flexed once against the blanket, then stilled again.

"You know," Lina said after a beat, "when you said you were coming up ’just for a little while’... I didn’t think I’d be nervous."

Emily looked at her.

"You’re nervous?"

"Just A little."

Emily’s voice dropped, warm and teasing. "Why? You planning to seduce me?"

Lina’s laugh was soft, breathy. "No," she said. "That’s not... I just wanted it to be right. For you."

Emily blinked — and then her heart fluttered, stupid and full, all at once.

She reached out and took Lina’s hand again. "It already is."

Time drifted around them — unhurried, suspended.

They stayed close, leaning into each other.

Lina rested her head on Emily’s shoulder. Emily tilted her cheek against her hair.

And for the first time, without the pressure of teasing or noise or half-spoken worries — they let the silence feel like home.

They stayed like that for a long time — Emily with her hand in Lina’s, their heads resting against each other, the small sounds of the room settling around them like a hush.

Eventually, Lina lifted her head, just enough to look at her. Her dark eyes searched Emily’s, quiet and certain.

"You wanna stay?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper. "Not just for a while. I mean... stay for tonight."

Emily didn’t blink. "Yes."

No hesitation. No teasing. Just that one word.

Lina’s breath hitched — not from surprise, but from the weight of how badly she’d wanted to hear it.

"Okay," she whispered.

Emily moved slowly, brushing her fingers along Lina’s cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You’re allowed to be soft with me, you know."

Lina looked down, her smile small and unguarded. "I’m trying."

"You don’t have to try."

And with that, she leaned in.

The kiss was soft — not new, but deeper this time. Lingering. Full of promises neither of them had to say out loud.

Lina’s hand slipped around Emily’s waist, pulling her closer, and Emily followed, pressing against her with a slow sigh, like all the tension she didn’t know she carried was finally being released.

They kissed again, slower. Fingers exploring gently — not rushed or hungry, just there, like they were finally giving themselves permission to savor this, to feel what they’d both been carefully tiptoeing around for weeks.

Lina shifted back on the bed, pulling Emily with her. The lights stayed on, dim and golden. They didn’t need the dark to be brave.

Emily laid half on top of her, breath mingling, one leg hooked over Lina’s, hand resting on the curve of her hip. Their kisses were still slow, still sweet — not leading anywhere urgent, just soaking in the way it felt to be this close.

"You okay?" Emily murmured between kisses, pausing to brush her nose gently against Lina’s.

"I’m perfect," Lina whispered. "You?"

Emily smiled, her lips brushing Lina’s collarbone like a promise. "Yeah. Couldn’t be more perfect."

Eventually, they curled into each other, legs tangled, foreheads touching.

The room was quiet, the world soft around the edges.

And as Lina pulled the blanket up over them and Emily rested her hand on Lina’s stomach, steady and warm, there was only one thing left to say — whispered in the silence, almost lost in the hush between heartbeats:

"I’m not going anywhere."

Neither of them was.

Meanwhile in the other dorm The soft click of the door broke the silence as Noel pushed it open.

Luca followed behind him, dragging his feet just a little, a hand rubbing the back of his neck.

The air in the room was still — warm from the summer night, filled with the subtle scent of their shared laundry detergent and the faint mint of Noel’s cologne still lingering on his jacket.

They didn’t say much at first.

Luca kicked off his shoes near the door. Noel dropped his bag by the desk and stretched, a small groan escaping his lips.

"That was a long day," Noel muttered, reaching back to rub his shoulder.

"Tell me about it," Luca murmured, pulling off his hoodie and tossing it gently onto the bed.

For a moment, they both just stood there. Tired. Quiet.

Then Luca walked over, wrapped his arms around Noel’s waist from behind, and rested his chin on his shoulder.

Noel leaned into it, eyes fluttering shut.

"You smell like café and campus dust," Luca said with a smile in his voice.

"And you smell like lemon shampoo and sleep deprivation," Noel shot back gently.

Luca chuckled, soft against his neck. "We’re a hot mess."

Noel tilted his head just slightly, enough for their cheeks to brush.

"Wanna shower first?" Noel asked.

"Nah. You go. I might collapse if I touch warm water right now."

"You’ll fall asleep on the floor," Noel teased.

"I’ll fall asleep on you," Luca replied, and kissed the curve of Noel’s neck before letting go and flopping backward onto the bed.

Noel glanced down at him, lips twitching into something fond.

Luca lay there with one arm draped over his face, eyes closed but smiling — the kind of smile that told you he felt safe.

"You hungry?" Noel asked.

"Only if you feed me."

"You’re impossible."

"I’m Still yours."

That made Noel pause. Just a moment. Just enough for his heart to catch up with the warmth spreading in his chest.

"I’ll shower fast," he said softly, reaching to brush Luca’s hair back. "Then we’ll eat."

"And then? Luca called out"

"And then you’re letting me hold you until we both pass out."

Luca peeked through his fingers, eyes gleaming. "Deal."

The bathroom door opened with a soft creak, and a small cloud of steam curled out into the room.

Noel stepped out, towel draped around his neck, a simple white vest clinging to his skin, still damp from the shower.

His hair clung in damp curls, beads of water tracing a shimmering path down his neck. His eyes searched the room immediately.

Luca was still sprawled across the bed, shirtless, half-sitting with one knee bent, lazily scrolling on his phone... and yawning for the hundredth time.

"You’re going to fall asleep before brushing your teeth again," Noel said, voice half-scolding, half-smiling.

Luca stretched with a groan. "I’m already halfway to a coma, babe. Let me go peacefully."

Noel didn’t respond right away. He just walked over, picked up the takeout bag sitting on the desk, and held out the box of food.

"Eat. Then I’ll let you die dramatically."

Luca sighed but sat up, rubbing his face. "You’re bossy."

"You’re impossible," Noel replied, but there was a softness under his words as he sat beside him, handing over the spoon.

Luca took a few bites — slow, almost sleepily — but he finished. Barely.

Noel handed him a bottle of water. "Now teeth. I’m watching you."

"You’re killing the romance," Luca grumbled around a mouthful.

"Dental hygiene is romantic," Noel quipped. "It means I want to keep kissing you."

That got a sleepy laugh out of Luca as he stood, dragging himself toward the bathroom like it was the final quest in a long, exhausting journey. "You really know how to motivate a man."

A few minutes later, he shuffled back out, hair damp now, too — mouth brushed.

Noel just shook his head, watching him like he was the most precious, ridiculous thing in the world.

When Luca finally collapsed back into bed with a sigh, Noel was already there, lifting the blanket.

"Come here," Noel said softly.

Luca didn’t need to be told twice.

"You made it," Noel teased gently.

"Barely," Luca mumbled, crawling toward him like gravity was heavier tonight. "But I demand cuddles as compensation."

Noel chuckled. "You brushed your teeth?"

Luca nodded, eyes already half-closed as he climbed under the blanket. "Twice. With love and passion."

"Mm," Noel shifted, lifting his arm to let Luca curl into his side. "Come here, drama prince."

Luca settled against him, head on Noel’s chest, one leg slung loosely over his.

He let out a deep, content sigh, fingers lazily tracing small circles against the fabric of Noel’s vest. "You smell like laundry soap and toothpaste. It’s very boyfriend-core of you."

"You smell like sleepy boy and trouble," Noel replied, brushing his hand slowly through Luca’s damp hair, untangling it with gentle fingers.

Luca hummed, eyes closed. "Perfect. Just the way you like me."

Silence stretched between them for a while. Just the soft sound of the city outside the cracked window, the occasional footsteps in the hallway, and the slow, steady rhythm of their breathing syncing without effort.

Then Noel’s voice came quiet and low. "You okay?"

Luca nodded against his chest. "Better now."

"Good," Noel whispered, placing a kiss on Luca’s temple. "I like ending the day with you like this."

"Then let’s end every day like this."

Noel smiled softly, his hand still combing through Luca’s hair. "Deal."

They lay there, tangled limbs and shared warmth, until Luca shifted slightly — his fingers gently tapping Noel’s side. "Hey."

"Mm?"

"I really, really like you," Luca said quietly. "Even when I’m tired. Especially when I’m tired."

Noel turned slightly, just enough to cup Luca’s cheek and bring their lips together — a soft, slow kiss that lingered. No urgency, no need — just affection pressed into skin.

When it broke, Luca’s eyes were hazy. "I’ll marry you if you do that again."

"Please — you’d marry me for brushing your hair and ordering dumplings." Noel teased.

"True," Luca whispered, cuddling closer, voice sinking into sleep. "Don’t tempt me."

Noel let out a soft laugh, and then the room settled again — into stillness, into peace, into the kind of quiet that only exists when love is this close and this easy.