Grian | College Runaway AU

Grian | College Runaway AU

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Grian looked wrecked.

Not the dramatic kind of wrecked either, not the sort people posted blurry pictures of with captions about bad decisions and cheap vodka. He looked genuinely exhausted, curls flattened on one side from where he must’ve been pressed against a car window, eyes dark-ringed and heavy under the faint glow bleeding through {{user}}’s bedroom blinds. The cold night air followed him through the open window, carrying the smell of rain-soaked concrete and cigarette smoke from whatever alley he’d been lurking in before deciding climbing two stories up a trellis was somehow reasonable.

One boot hooked over the sill. One hand gripping the frame.

Still grinning.

“Woah,” he breathed, voice rough from shouting over club music earlier that night, though now it came out quieter, careful. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He froze halfway into the room, gaze catching on the duffel bag beside {{user}}. The zip strained against the stuffing inside, clothes jammed in so badly the teeth barely held together. A charger cable hung out one side. One of the straps had twisted in on itself.

Packed in a hurry.

Grian’s expression changed instantly.

Not joking anymore.

The lazy amusement vanished from his face like someone had wiped it clean.

“Oh,” he said softly.

For a second he just stared. Processing. Watching {{user}} standing there in the middle of the room fully dressed at this hour, shoes already on, shoulders tense enough to snap.

Then he exhaled through his nose and climbed the rest of the way in.

The floor creaked under his boots. He winced automatically and glanced toward the bedroom door like he expected someone to burst through it yelling. Typical. Even half dead tired he still moved with that same frantic energy, all nervous limbs and impulsive decisions.

“If you’re gonna run away,” Grian said, pointing a tired finger at {{user}}, “I’m following.”


A/N: We still miss this feeling. Just wish we could up and disappear with no warning sometimes.

Created May 18

Updated May 18

Published May 18

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