A/N: I went from having zero ideas for this day to this one being the longest so far ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
A couple La Squadra cameos herein,
Day 4: college
"Switch me roommates."
Abbacchio only blinks at the blond stranger in front of him.
Well, alright, he's not a complete stranger – Abbacchio's seen him around in the dorm hallways, and is pretty sure he rooms next door, but that hardly counts as knowing him. And now he wants to just show up and demand favors…?
"Excuse me?"
"I said," asymmetrical blond hair is flicked over one shoulder, "switch me roommates."
Not that Abbacchio has any real qualms about getting rid of his shitty roommate, but Ghiaccio is so awful that he feels obligated to ask, "Why?"
Apparently impatient, the blond guy huffs. "Because, my roommate is boring as hell – yours seems a lot more interesting."
'Interesting' counts to describe Ghiaccio, Abbacchio supposes, but he wouldn't say it's the good, 'I'd definitely like to move in and share a space with this guy' type of interesting. It's more the bad, 'I would cross the street to avoid breathing the same air as this guy' type of interesting.
He himself tends to give Ghiaccio a wide berth. Despite rooming together for a month now, he still has no idea what his roommate is majoring in. Something with language, maybe, if his rants are anything to go by.
Anyway. If blondie over here wants to take a chance on that, Abbacchio isn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"So? What d'you say?"
"Sure."
x
It doesn't occur to Abbacchio until he's moving his stuff over that he has no idea who his new roommate is.
By this point, though, it's too late to ask questions, and there's no way that whoever it is can be worse than Ghiaccio – especially since Melone (the blond, he's learned) had described them as "boring".
What Abbacchio absolutely isn't prepared for is to walk in carrying his last armload of stuff (mostly consisting of his pillow, which he had to wrestle away from Ghiaccio, god knows why), only to find the most attractive man he's ever seen seated at one of the desks.
Head bent over his work as it is, Abbacchio can tell just from his profile that he's a real looker. Tan skin, strong jaw, haircut that would look hideous on anyone else, thick, fluttering eyelashes…and he's a smart dresser. Clearly Abbacchio's new roommate. He must've come back within the five minutes Abbacchio had been out arguing over pillow ownership, and he stands up when he hears Abbacchio enter.
The closer he gets, the hotter he gets, and Abbacchio can feel himself kicking into ill-advised crush mode with each step. "Boring" Melone calls him. Yeah fucking right. Abbacchio could spend hours just looking at this guy.
"You must be Abbacchio," his as-of-yet-unnamed roommate says, and his friendly tone doesn't match up with his neutral expression, but it's not bad at all. "I'm Bruno Buccellati."
Abbacchio can't even form words to respond.
Just stands there hugging his pillow like an idiot.
x
Buccellati, as it turns out, is heaps better than Ghiaccio. Hell, he's better than any roommate Abbacchio's ever had. He doesn't stay out late, doesn't stay up late, doesn't nitpick the hours that Abbacchio keeps, doesn't nose into his private life, doesn't rant at all hours, is far more polite in general, happens to be extremely easy on the eyes….
They get along pretty damn well, Abbacchio thinks (unless that's wishful of him and Buccellati is only being polite).
The only problem is Abbacchio's ever-growing crush that he's struggling to hide after only a week spent in close quarters.
…By the sound of it, though, things are going much worse next door. Abbacchio will take his probably-extremely-noticeable crush on a roommate too kind to say anything over nightly shouting matches any day.
It's currently one in the morning, and Ghiaccio and Melone are yelling at each other again, top volume. With no regard for neighbors. From where he's lying in bed, though, Abbacchio can't tell if they're fighting or fucking, and he's too afraid to listen carefully to figure out which it is.
In that same vein, he doesn't want to go over, pound on the door, and demand they be quiet. Melone didn't seem the type to have any qualms about public indecency, which is something Abbacchio does not need.
Even if the tradeoff is being unable to sleep because of all their damn noise.
Buccellati must have it even worse, Abbacchio thinks – his bed is right along the wall on the Ghiaccio/Melone side.
He can probably tell whether they're fighting or fucking, the poor man.
Lost in his thoughts and the noise as he is, Abbacchio misses the squeak of a shitty mattress, and the soft scuff of feet over carpet –
–So he nearly jumps out of his skin when Buccellati pokes him in the shoulder to get his attention.
"I don't want to be awkward," Buccellati starts.
Which is uncalled for. Because nothing he does could ever be awkward, Abbacchio doesn't think. Not even with exhaustion painted clear on his face. Not even at one in the goddamn morning with his hair all mussed.
"But," Buccellati continues, "it's…hard to sleep with them making so much noise, and believe it or not it's a lot quieter on your side of the room, so…" he trails off for a moment, and wow, he does seem a little awkward after all as he tucks and untucks his hair from behind his ear. "Could I share with you, just for tonight?"
Stuck in shock, Abbacchio just stares up at him for a moment.
It's really a no brainer in the end.
But.
That doesn't mean he isn't short circuiting at the idea of having the object of his affections so close. The very obvious object of his affections.
"Yeah," Abbacchio figures he better fucking answer already instead of staring like a creep, "yeah that's fine." It's more than fine, actually, but Abbacchio isn't about to say that. Instead he just inches over, making as much extra space as he can on the tiny twin mattress.
"Thanks," Buccellati breathes, looking relieved. The dark of the room makes it hard to tell, but Abbacchio swears there's a blush spreading over his cheeks as he picks up the blanket and slips into bed.
There's very little room left between them, and Abbacchio can feel the warmth of Buccellati's body from here.
"N-no problem."
A/N: And they were roommates...
(...Hey, since Melone's hair is blond in the manga and lavender in the anime, d'you think he dyes it? Bc I completely forgot he wasn't blond in the anime somehow so pls excuse him being blond here, uh. That's what he and Ghiaccio are yelling about in the fic. They're dying Melone's hair. At 1am.)