Pairing: K x Fuma
Setting: University Library, After Hours
Vibe: Late-night comfort, quiet pining, snacks, soft moments that hit like caffeine at 2AM.

Scene One: The First Encounter

The campus library was empty enough to hear the fluorescent lights buzz. It was nearly midnight. Fuma sat alone at the farthest corner table, surrounded by open textbooks, three highlighters, and a half-drunk energy drink.

He was deep into his pharmacology notes when—

Crunch.

He looked up. There was a guy standing at the end of the aisle, casually unwrapping a granola bar like it was broad daylight.

"Late-night snack or late-night identity crisis?" Fuma asked without looking away from his notes.

The guy blinked, surprised someone else was there. "Can't it be both?"

Scene Two: The Pattern Begins

The next night, Fuma returned to his usual table. K was already there—feet on the chair, headphones in, munching on chips.

"You again?" Fuma said, setting his books down.

"Hey, seat's warm," K replied. "I saved it for you. Library ghost said you'd be back."

"You're eating Doritos in a silent study zone."

"And yet," K said, "I remain undefeated."

Fuma rolled his eyes. But he didn't leave.

Scene: The Legendary Snack Fail

One night, Fuma caught K trying to microwave a boiled egg wrapped in foil—in the library café microwave.

"What the hell are you doing?" Fuma whispered-shouted, half horrified, half impressed.

K looked confused. "It's my protein bomb."

"That's literally going to explode."

"I know! That's what makes it a bomb."

It did, in fact, explode. They were banned from the café microwave for a month. K became a campus legend.

Scene Three: The Ritual Forms

Over the next few weeks, it became their thing. Fuma would show up late, exhausted. K would already be there—with snacks, jokes, and zero academic productivity.

"Don't you have exams too?" Fuma asked one night.

"I'm majoring in 'vibes' with a minor in 'survival.'"

K would share snacks. Fuma would occasionally quiz him just to mess with him. K would fail spectacularly, but he always made Fuma laugh.

One night, K showed up with two coffees.

"You looked like death warmed over last night," he said.
Fuma took the cup. "This is the most emotionally intelligent thing you've ever done."

Scene Four: The Almost-Confession

It was raining. The library was emptier than usual. K was fidgeting with a pen cap. Fuma was reading, but not really.

"So... what's your plan after finals?" K asked, a little too casually.

Fuma looked up. "Sleep for three days. Why?"

"No reason. Just... might miss this."

Fuma raised an eyebrow. "The fluorescent lighting?"

"No," K said, a bit quieter. "This. You and me. Snacks and silence."

Fuma didn't say anything for a long second. Then:

"You could always... keep saving me a seat."

K smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

Scene: The Vending Machine, But Make It Dramatic

Finals were over. Fuma walked into the library and saw it—their table was empty. No open bag of chips. No crumpled hoodie. No K.

A tiny, stupid part of him had hoped K would still be there. Just... waiting.

He almost turned to leave when he saw it: a folded napkin in K's messy handwriting.

"Seat's still yours. Meet me at the vending machines if you miss me. — K"

Fuma stared for a second. Then bolted.

He raced down the quiet hallway, heart hammering harder than it had during any exam. Rounded the corner—and there he was.

K, aggressively shaking the vending machine with both hands.

"You're two minutes late," K said, not looking up.

"I was reading the napkin!"

K turned, startled—but grinning. "I was starting to think you'd graduated emotionally."

Fuma walked right up to him. "Did you seriously bring me all the way here for snacks?"

K shrugged. "I mean... also to see if you'd run."

Fuma smacked him on the arm. "You suck."

"You're still here."

"Shut up."

And K did—but only long enough to say, softer, "You're the only part of this semester I didn't want to be over."

Scene: The Results Drop

A few days later, Fuma was checking his grades on the university portal when he got a message from K:

[K]: did u check yours yet
[Fuma]: yeah. got an A- in pharm. u?
[K]:
[K]:

Then he sent a screenshot.

CS final exam: 100/100
Overall GPA: 4.0
Dean's List: Y/N – YES

Fuma's jaw dropped.

[Fuma]: YOU GOT A 4.0???
[K]: ikr. shocking what u can do when ur study buddy is hot and judgmental
[Fuma]: you're a genius. a disgusting, snack-stained genius.
[K]: i'll take that as "see you tonight at the library"
[Fuma]: save me a seat.
[K]: always.

BONUSSSSSSSSSTheir Study Subjects & Habits

Fuma:

Major: Pre-Med, with a focus on Pharmacology

Study style: Ruthless precision. Color-coded notes. Flashcards in four languages. Would rather die than use a highlighter incorrectly.

Known for: Finishing assignments a week early and silently judging people who study with TikTok open.

K:

Major: Computer Science, double minor in Linguistics and Psychology (but doesn't tell anyone)

Study style: Absolute chaos. Opens five tabs, snacks in one hand, types with the other. Swears he "learns best under pressure" aka the night before.

Known for: Looking like he's failing but pulling A's out of nowhere. Also once used a ramen packet as a bookmark "because it was right there."

End.