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Friday night after your last midterm, you were knocking on Huang Renjun's door. The two of you had seen each other this week for your Linguistics in MCS class, but had been utterly locked into academic mode and hadn't met up aside from that. So, per his invite, you were here in your "midterms best"— i.e., the pajamas you had been wearing at your own apartment since submitting your last mid-semester draft earlier today. You'd been told this wasn't going to be a fancy affair.

Judging by the pajamas that Renjun had also answered the door wearing—giving you vivid déjà vu to the last time you were here—you were dressed appropriately for the occasion. He led you in by the hand, informing you there was something he wanted to show you in the kitchen.

You came to a stop in front of a plate piled high with small, pillow-shaped pieces of dough, some with bursts of red sauce leaking out of them. You couldn't help but let out a sputtering laugh. "Pizza rolls? Did midterms scramble the egg on your face so bad that you missed the part where I said nice dinner?"

You might not have ever eaten pizza rolls, but you knew what section of the grocery store they came from.

"I can't even tell what that was supposed to be... You're so beautiful..." He was staring at you with a look of pure adoration, and surprised you by giving you a fleeting peck on the cheek, gone as soon as you'd realized what he was doing. Your hand instinctually came up to brush at your skin, almost in disbelief, as he went back to explaining his plans for tonight. "Anyway, I didn't get to give you your first pizza roll the other night, and I figured that the last thing you actually wanted right after midterms week was to go out to some hoity toity place and be out at the movie theater really late, right? So, I've got pizza rolls, peanut butter cookies, your seaweed tea, and like way more snacks and candy and stuff. So we can chill and watch whatever movies you want tonight, unwind from midterms. And then next weekend, we'll do your nice dinner and go to the movie theater. Think of it as an IOU."

A fond smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you nodded your approval. "Mmm... you're right. This is great, Junnie. Thank you."

Set up on Renjun's couch with the assortment of snacks—pizza rolls included—and your first movie chosen, you settled in next to him, knee to knee, under the same blanket as the two of you ate. You decided that pizza rolls weren't that bad (you still liked peanut butter sandwich cookies better), convinced Renjun to try some of your ocean flakes again—a favorite snack of sirens, which he'd already tasted on one occasion at a Dr. Magic hunting session and hated—to similar results, and finished off a bottle of seaweed-infused tea by the time the first movie was about a third of the way done. At this point, you were pretty satiated food-wise, and set your empty drink bottle on the coffee table to sit back on the couch.

Linking your arm with Renjun's, you rested your head on his shoulder as he was still finishing up his plate of pizza rolls. "That was good, Renjun. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I call dibs on little spoon first, by the way."

"Damn."

Once he was done eating as well, you laid down to eagerly take your promised place as little spoon. Renjun stayed partially propped up against the arm of the couch so he could see the TV as you were nestled back against his chest, one of his arms slung over your waist. Your fingers played with his under the blanket absentmindedly as you got used to your new place, with him, in his arms.

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