SYMPHONY; dead poet society one-shots

yale; gerard pitts

Midterms were impossible near.

Between Calculus II and Introduction to Business, Gerard just couldn't seem to get his straight with. He'd spent the past three days studying in the library.
Each day stacking a skyscraper of books by his side and cursing under his breath as his left hand became smudged with ink.

Yet, with the rage tears and hisses after a paper cut y/n couldn't help but find him cute. They watched every once in a while as he flopped a page, scribbling on his notebooks then mumbling the chicken scratch he had printed. Their hand mindless scanned to check books out. And at the end of each day he was the last one to leave. Hair slightly sloppy and his gray crewneck making the rose in his cheeks a little more tender.

As a drama major, they were deeply fascinated by the tragedy of it all.

This day though, there was two more hours until closing and he was coming to the desk to call his studying a day. Y/n, confused, prepared themselves for scanning. He made eye contact before laughing, "I'm sorry. You see me here every day and I always make your job harder than it needs to be."

Y/n accepted the books with a grin, "This time's no joke, I don't blame you."

Improper Integrals. Differential equations. Parametric. Maclaurin and Taylor series.

The titles made them groan each time and he couldn't help but shake his head. "And I don't blame you for that."

Y/n finished scanning and returned his I.D, he couldn't leave without it. It was a condition to letting anyone inside the library.

"How come this is the only place I see you? Are you a student here...or do you just work here?"

This was the first time he attempted conversation.

"This is my work study job," y/n shyly replied before clearing their throat and attempting to say a little more confidently. "I'm a drama major, so not exactly calculus and business bound. I don't have midterms."

"Well aren't you lucky?" he couldn't help but be amused.

"So very. I'm in Yale without the crippling anxiety of failing a midterm. And I get discounted attire."

"Would I be able to use your discount one of these days? I mean," he shrugged teasingly, "I am a loyal reader."

"That depends," y/n grinned before grabbing a post it note and a sharpie. Writing down something, they said, "Am I going to get to see you outside of work?"

"After midterms are over. As long as you promise not to get tired of seeing me here until then?"

Y/n flipped over the paper for him to take.

The moment he got to his dorm he taped the paper by his desk.