"Basch, wake up! The fire alarm is going off again!" Basch was startled from his dream by his neighbor banging on his door. He threw off the covers, put on his slippers and bathrobe, and stalked into the hallway, muttering under his breath.
"Damn fire alarm, probably not even a fucking fire. This is the third time it's gone off this week. Who the hell is doing this?!"
As he walked out out of his building, he realized he was wearing the frilly pink pajamas his younger sister had made him, and started cursing again. He pulled his bathrobe tighter around his body, hoping to hide his embarrassing sleepwear.
After navigating the floors crowded with sleepy college students, he found himself standing on the lawn in front of the dorms, surrounded by pissed off people he barely knew.
"Hey, um... Basch, dude, d'you know what happened?"
He glared at the blond American that had put his hand on his shoulder. "The fire alarm went off, idiot. Now leave me alone."
The American- what was his name? Alfred?- raised his hands in defense and left to bother someone else.
Basch was left to stand there impatiently, angry and tired, until he noticed someone cursing softly in German. He looked to his left to see a brunette man wearing nothing but boxers covered in musical notes. His hair stuck up wildly, especially one stray curl atop his head, and his amethyst eyes were narrowed in annoyance, presumably at his beauty sleep being interrupted. A beauty mark sat next to a thin lipped scowl. His pale, lithe body was hunched over, his arms wrapped around himself in an attempt to keep warm.
After a moment of watching the man, Basch realized that he recognized him. He was the well groomed, rather snooty, pianist that lived across the corridor with an obnoxiously happy Spaniard. What was his name? ...Roderich, perhaps?
The man who's name was most likely Roderich huffed and continued to rub his arms rapidly, trying in vain to stave off the cold of November at one in the morning.
"Why is it so goddamn cold? Stupid weather," he muttered, still speaking in German.
Without thinking, Basch slipped his bathrobe off and placed it around the man's shoulders. After a bewildered glance at the equally confused blond, Roderich smiled gratefully.
"Danke. You're Basch, right? I'm Roderich; I live across from you."
Basch nodded stiffly, not uttering a word in response. He still wasn't quite sure why he had given his robe to someone he barely knew. He was just his snotty neighbor, right?
"Oh, look, they're letting us back in," Roderich declared, pointing at the students heading back into the building. "Finally."
Somehow, despite his many attempts to leave the dark haired man behind, he managed to stay by his side the entire way up to their floor. Before entering his room, Roderich removed Basch's robe, leaving him practically naked in the hallway.
"Here's your robe," he said, handing the green article of clothing to him. Basch nodded, taking it and starting to open his door.
"I would like it if you came over some time. My mother sent me some cookies yesterday, and they're quite delicious," Roderich ventured, his previously pale face beginning to turn red.
He thought about declining the invitation, but then he thought about getting free food. He always was a sucker for free things. "...I suppose I could come over," Basch said, before entering his room and closing the door, leaving Roderich alone in the hallway.
"That was strange," Basch muttered, hanging up his bathrobe and sliding back under his covers. "Who invites a complete stranger over? He must be crazy," he reasoned, closing his eyes and attempting to fall back to sleep.
Maybe I will visit him, Basch though, just before drifting off into unconsciousness.
Happy holidays you guys! I wrote this up in two study halls as part of my friend's Christmas present and figured I'd post it here. It's hella short, but whatever. This is based loosely on a comic I saw on Tumblr. I couldn't find it, but I'll put a link if I see it again.