Hades peaked his head inside of his dorm, before walking inside when he didn't see his roommate anywhere. Once inside he slipped of the converse he'd been wearing and collapsed onto him bed with a soft groan. His as was sore and his head hurt from the part last night, not to mention that he was ready to die from the awkwardness he was feeling. Seconds later he heard the bathroom door open and he curled away from it, doing his best to pretend he was a sleep.

"Welcome back, Hades. I was beginning to wonder if I should start a search team for you," Apollo laughed softly and sat next to him on the bed, ruffling his shaggy black hair. "So?"

"So what?" Hades grumbled into his pillow. This is exactly what he'd wanted to avoid.

"Don't think I didn't see you following Priapus last night," Apollo grinned. "I want details,"

"There's nothing to tell. I was drunk and I slept with him," He couldn't help the blush that accompanied the memories of his time with the other man and wished that he could disappear into his bed.

The blond just rolled his eyes. "Right, says the guy who just got home. I know for a fact most people don't get to spend the night with Pri,"

"I fell asleep. Like I said I was drunk and now I'm hung over. I would appreciate it if you were quiet," Hades just whined as the pounding in his head started up again. He'd woken this morning to it and groaned into Priapus' chest, which apparently he'd been using as a pillow, which made the brunet laugh. After that embarrassing moment, Hades had to take the walk of shame back to his dorm, face beat red the entire time as the world spun around him.

"I could do that, but if I did then you would spend the rest of the day wallowing in self-pity," Apollo sighed softly and combed his fingers through the messy black locks. "So get up and lets get some medicine and greasy food in you,"

As much as he hated to admit it, and did want to hide away, the food option sounded really good. His stomach let out a loud growl, telling him that it agreed and he sat up slowly. "Fine, just let me change,"

It was an hour or so after Hades had left that, Priapus finally left his room, the need for food too great to ignore any longer. He'd been hungry for a while, but when he'd woken up to find Hades curled up around him, using his chest as a pillow, he'd chosen to stay there. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, but even then there was an air of sadness to him that just bothered Priapus. When Hades woke up though he dressed and left in a flustered blur of panicked apologies that left Priapus completely confused. He'd come to the conclusion that the other man was just strange and decided that food was his top priority at the moment, then a shower.

He found Dionysus sitting at the kitchen table, already eating a bowl of cereal. The other brunet looked up at him and arched a brow at him, grinning some. "Have fun last night"

Priapus just grunted and went to the fridge, gesturing to the scratches the covered one of his shoulders. "What do you think?"

Dionysus chuckled at that. "Screamer and a scratcher, huh? Did you get their name?"

Pulling out some leftovers, Priapus gave his roommate a dirty look. "Of course I did,"

"Aaaand, who was it?"

"His name's Hades. He's Apollo's roommate," he answered as he set about eating.

The older brunet choked on his cereal. "Wait, that Hades?! As in super smart, anti-social Hades?!"

Priapus just shrugged. "If that's what you want to call him then sure,"

Dionysus just stared at him with wide blue eyes. "Damn. So he must be pretty good in bed then, huh? I mean he's definitely nice to look at, but you let him spend the night, which is like a miracle in and of itself, you still know his name as well,"

The younger man cringed a bit. "Yeah, so? He fell asleep, I couldn't just kick him out,"

"You could have actually, and you usually do," Dionysus clicked his tongue in thought. "What happened?"

"What are you-"

"What. Happened?"

"Nothing, I just slept with him,"

"Bullshit, you like him and I want to know why."

"I do no-"

"Just fucking tell me,"

"He kissed me, alright!" Priapus finally snapped, making Dionysus go quiet. "He fucking kissed me and when he fell asleep he just, he just looked so peaceful that I couldn't wake him up,"

Dionysus for a moment. "Shit... What are you going to do?"

Priapus groaned and gave his fingers through his hair. "I don't know, nothing? Nothing sounds like a great idea."

"I don't think nothing's going to cut it, bro. Maybe you should talk to him,"

Priapus just shot his roommate a dirty look before heading back to his room. He didn't want to deal with this just yet.

Avoidance however was not an option. After that day there didn't seem to be anywhere he could go without seeing Hades. Most the time the older man didn't notice him but Priapus wasn't sure if that made it better or worse.

After about a week he came to the conclusion that Hades was a creature of habit and he found himself frequenting the places that he knew Hades would. He also learned that Hades was going to be graduating with a degree in Pre-law and criminal justice then would be off to whatever fancy law school he was accepted to. The thought of not seeing the pretty black haired man all the time saddened him a great deal more than he wanted to think about.

He also began to understand what Dionysus had meant when he'd called Hades 'Super smart and anti-social'. The man had a small number of acquaintances, Apollo was the only one he figured he could call an actual friend to Hades, and he spent most of his time sitting alone. He was really smart though, apparently he was an honor student and helped out as a tutor most days. Priapus wasn't sure how he managed it all and still had free time, most of which he spent sitting underneath one of the huge trees on the Upper Quad reading a book.

He'd gotten out of his last class Friday and, as he'd taken habit to doing, he took the long way through campus, past the Upper Quad, to go home. Like usual Hades was sitting there underneath his tree a book in his lap. This time though, he wasn't reading it his head was tipped back and his usually sad look was replaced by one of peace that Priapus recognized as his sleeping face.

On the spur of the moment, he seized the opportunity this presented and crossed the grass to where the other sat. Priapus smiled down at him and tapped him with his foot, making him jump. "This isn't a place to be sleeping,"

Hades flinched awake and stared up at him with wide violet eyes. "What? Oh, oh. I'm sorry,"

Priapus just rolled his eyes and sat down beside him. "What the hell are you apologizing for?"

"I, you, you had to wake me up," Hades answered softly, looking over at him with a small smile as he put the bookmark in place and shut the book. "How have you been?"

Priapus arched a brow but smiled back. "I've been good, how've you been?"

"I've been good," Hades beamed at him, and the fakeness of it made Priapus want to punch him.

"Try that again,"

Hades smiled fell slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Your smile is the fakest thing I have ever seen," Priapus deadpanned.

He lowered his head then, letting his hair fall in his face. "I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Bullshit, you ooze sadness,"

Hades only lower his head more. "Can we just pretend you never noticed? No one else does,"

Priapus sighed. "Nope, too late for that. So you wanna tell me why?"

Shrugging, Hades leaned into him, somewhat awkwardly. "It's nothing important,"

"I think it is,"

Hades looked up at him like he'd just told him he was a purple unicorn. "You do? Why?"

He just shrugged and wrapped an arm around Hades. "Just tell me,"

The raven haired man's lips slowly turned up in a smile, his eyes growing bright. "No ones ever really cared before. I mean, Apollo does but, but he doesn't really count cause I've known him for so long. Most people don't even notice I exist, I just blend into the background because I'm really not that interesting of a person and when they do it isn't long before I'm forgotten again. I mean I was pretty certain you were going to forget about me an-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up there," Priapus interrupted and Hades' mouth snapped shut as he began to chew at his bottom lip. "You thought I would forget about you?"

Hades nodded slowly and Priapus couldn't help but stare at him. "I, I figured I was just a drunken one night fling or, or something," He began to blush lightly then and the longer he spoke the darker it became. "I hope that, that that wouldn't be the case and when I kept seeing you everywhere I hope that maybe, just maybe you would come talk to me but you never did. You would just stare at me like you were in pain. Apollo said I should talk to you, but, but I didn't know what to say..."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Was the most eloquent thing Priapus could manage at that moment.

It seemed to be the wrong thing to say though because Hades was on his feet seconds later, the book fluttering to the ground. "I'm, I'm sorry," Hades murmured before taking of across the grass in a full sprint, leaving the confused brunet behind.

"What the hell?" Priapus muttered to himself after he stared after the quickly retreating figure, not sure if he should follow or not. It wasn't long until Hades was out of sight though and he sighed heavily, knee bumping into the abandoned book.

Priapus took the book in his hands and ran them over the cover. Well, at least he had an excuse to talk to Hades again.