Dear Roommate Please Stop Being Hot [BL]-Chapter 100: Wake Me With Love

The takeout containers were mostly empty now, pushed to one side of the desk.

The room had dimmed into soft evening — only the desk lamp cast a mellow glow across the space, golden and warm.

Luca leaned back on the bed, arms behind his head, socked feet crossed at the ankles.

His hair was still a little wild, and his half-lidded eyes tracked Noel as he moved about the room — collecting wrappers, folding the paper bag, rinsing out the soup cup.

"Why are you always so neat after eating?" Luca murmured.

Noel looked over his shoulder. "Because we live in the same four walls. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and trip over rice."

"That’s Romantic," Luca muttered with a grin.

Noel tossed a napkin at him. "You knew what you signed up for."

Luca caught it one-handed and sat up slowly. "What I signed up for is a boyfriend who never lets me be lazy."

"You’re lucky I’m soft for you."

"You are." Luca smiled, voice low. "You pretend you’re not, but you so are."

Noel looked away — the tips of his ears gave him away.

Luca stood, stretching lazily, and stepped closer. "Let me help."

Noel blinked. "With what?"

"I don’t know." He reached around, loosely circling his arms around Noel’s waist. "Moral support?"

Noel tried to stay unaffected, but his fingers paused on the container lid. "...You’re literally just hugging me while I clean."

"And you’re still letting me."

Noel turned in his arms slowly, hands resting lightly on Luca’s hips now. "That’s because you smell like soap and mischief."

"I showered for this moment."

"You showered because I forced you to."

Luca shrugged, eyes soft. "Still worth it."

They stood there for a moment, swaying slightly in the quiet — not to any music, just to each other’s breathing.

"You good?" Noel asked gently, voice dipping just enough.

Luca nodded. "Yeah. Really good."

A pause.

Then Noel leaned in, resting his forehead against Luca’s. "Me too."

Eventually, Noel broke away to finish cleaning, and Luca half-heartedly helped — mostly by handing him things and stealing kisses in between.

By the time they were done, the room felt lighter. Not just clean — but settled.

Like something that had been out of place had finally clicked back in.

The sink faucet ran with a gentle stream, echoing in the small tiled space as steam curled faintly along the mirror’s edges.

Toothbrushes clicked against porcelain, and soft foam filled the corners of two mouths, each stealing glances through the mirror.

Luca stood to the left, hair still slightly damp from his earlier shower, brushing with exaggerated slowness.

Noel, on the other hand, was focused—elbows firm on the counter, brushing with mechanical precision.

Then, mid-rinse, Luca nudged him lightly with his elbow.

Noel raised a brow without looking. "Yes?"

Luca turned slightly, his voice still muffled by the toothbrush. "Just remembering you owe me something."

Noel rinsed, spat, and reached for a towel. "I don’t owe you anything."

Luca wiped his mouth too and leaned in close behind him, voice warm against his ear. "You promised me a reward."

Noel scoffed, though the faint pink at the tips of his ears gave him away. "That was only if you actually studied."

"I did study," Luca said, wrapping his arms around Noel’s waist from behind, chin resting on his shoulder. "I even took notes. With bullet points."

"That’s the bare minimum."

"It’s growth."

Noel turned slowly in his arms, the towel still crumpled in his hand. "Fine. One kiss."

Luca grinned. "Make it count."

Noel reached up — but instead of going straight for his lips, he kissed Luca’s forehead gently. Then his cheek. Then the tip of his nose.

Luca was blinking when Noel finally whispered, "This still counts."

"Unfair," Luca murmured.

Before he could protest further, Noel finally closed the space between them, pressing a slow, proper kiss to his lips — soft and warm, the kind that left Luca’s heart folding inward like paper.

It deepened only a little, just enough to make him sigh, and then Noel pulled back, eyes laced with affection.

"There," Noel said. "Reward granted."

Luca let out a soft breath. "...Worth every bullet point."

The lamp clicked off. The room sunk into that soft hush — only the occasional shuffle of sheets and the hum of the dorm building outside.

Noel settled in first, lying on his side, while Luca crawled in right after — stretching once, then curling close until their knees touched.

Noel turned to face him.

"Tired?" he asked.

Luca nodded. "Yeah. But the good kind."

They didn’t say much more. Didn’t need to.

Luca’s hand found Noel’s under the blanket. Noel gave it a squeeze.

And in the quiet that followed — the peace felt earned.

And when the sunlight spilled in through the narrow window in soft ribbons, golden and lazy.

It warmed the edge of the sheets, painting a delicate glow across Noel’s cheek as he stirred.

He didn’t open his eyes right away.

What he noticed first was the warmth pressed against his chest — a slow, steady breathing, and the familiar weight of an arm wrapped around his waist.

Luca.

Still fast asleep, his face nuzzled into the curve of Noel’s neck, breath tickling lightly against his collarbone. His legs were tangled comfortably with Noel’s, one sock half-off.

Noel smiled quietly to himself. one hand, brushing a thumb over Luca’s tousled hair.

It was always a little ridiculous in the mornings — and yet, there was something grounding about that messiness. Like waking up to something real.

"Hey..." Noel whispered, not really wanting to wake him — just letting the sound drift.

Luca didn’t respond. He shifted slightly, only to burrow closer.

Noel chuckled under his breath.

"You’re gonna be late if you don’t move," he tried again, voice a little louder this time.

"Mmhmm," came the sleepy response, barely a syllable. "Snooze."

Noel rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. "I’m not your alarm clock."

"You are now," Luca murmured against his skin.

Then, silence again — until Luca finally blinked eye open. "Morning."

"Morning," Noel said, brushing back the hair that had flopped over Luca’s forehead.

For a moment, they just looked at each other. Quiet. Unhurried. Comfortable.

Then Luca groaned and stretched like a cat. "Okay. Now I’m hungry."

"You always wake up like this," Noel said, amused.

Luca blinked at him, then smiled.

"Hungry and in love?" he said, grin crooked. "Guilty."

Noel flushed just a little. "I’ll make us something."

"Nope," Luca said, grabbing his arm and tugging him back into the bed for one last second. "Five more minutes."

"You said you’re hungry."

"I’ll eat you later."

Noel groaned. "Get up."

Luca laughed as he finally rolled out of bed — eyes still half-closed, but energy slowly catching up.

Noel grabbed his jacket from the chair.

Luca pulled on his hoodie backward and only realized once Noel stared.

"...Don’t judge me," he muttered, fixing it.

"I’m judging you lovingly."

They both smiled.

While Luca was still battling his hoodie inside out, Noel had already moved to the tiny counter in the corner of the dorm room — the "kitchen," if you could call it that. Just a mini toaster, a kettle, and a jar of instant coffee that had become their morning ritual.

Two slices of bread popped into the toaster with a satisfying click. Noel poured hot water over the coffee grounds, stirring quietly.

He moved with easy familiarity — a quiet routine now etched into muscle memory.

Luca finally stumbled over, now properly dressed, rubbing his eyes.

"You’re spoiling me," he mumbled, sinking into the desk chair.

Noel handed him a mug. "It’s instant coffee. Barely counts as spoiling."

"Still." Luca took a sip, then made a face. "God, it’s so bitter."

"Then stop drinking it."

Luca held the cup tighter. "No. It’s from you. That makes it taste better."

Noel gave him a look — the kind that tried to hide a smile but failed miserably.

The toast popped up.

Noel slid two slices onto a plate, spread just enough butter and jam, then placed it in front of Luca.

"No eggs?" Luca teased.

Noel narrowed his eyes. "You want eggs? Make your own."

"Wow. Cold." Luca took a bite anyway, chewing happily. "...Still better than anything I ever made."

They sat like that for a while — Noel finishing his own cup, Luca eating quietly, the window cracked just enough to let in the morning breeze.

Eventually Noel stood and dusted his hands. "Come on. If we don’t move now, we’ll be late."

Luca groaned dramatically, but stood.

"Bag?"

"Packed."

"Phone?"

Luca held it up.

"Brain?"

"Still rebooting."

Noel rolled his eyes and slung his own bag over his shoulder. "Let’s go."

Luca followed, and just before they stepped out the door, he tugged gently at Noel’s sleeve.

Noel turned.

Luca leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for the toast, boyfriend."

Noel’s ears turned slightly pink.

He shut the door behind them — hearts warm, bags packed, and hands brushing together as they headed toward campus.

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