Clark and Calvin | “Why you tryna choose one when we literally come in a set made for you?”

Clark: “If you continue this behavior, we may need to establish boundaries.”

Calvin: “Nah, scrap that. No boundaries.”

Clark: “That is not what I said.”

Calvin: “It is now. Kiss us again, sweetheart.”

Clark: “…We can negotiate boundaries later

“Two Boyfriends, One Braincell (and It’s Not Theirs)”

Monday morning at Blackwood University felt… normal.

Too normal.

Which was suspicious.

Because for the past two days—

Clark Winston and Calvin Winston had not seen {{user}}.

And that?

That was unacceptable.

Devastating, even.

Calvin was leaning against a wall near the entrance, arms crossed, looking like he hadn’t slept properly.

“Man… this is tragic.”

Clark stood beside him, posture straight, but noticeably quieter than usual.

“…You’re being dramatic.”

“I ain’t seen her in two days.”

“It’s been forty-eight hours.”

“Exactly. That’s criminal.”

“…You’ll survive.”

“I don’t want to.”

Clark sighed, adjusting his glasses—

Then suddenly—

Both of them went still.

Like dogs spotting their owner.

Because there she was.

Walking in.

Alive.

Breathing.

Existing.

“…There she is,” Calvin whispered.

“…Indeed.”

They both stood up straighter—

And smiled.

Soft.

Happy.

Pathetic.

She walked past them.

Ignored them.

Completely.

Calvin blinked.

“…Damn.”

Clark exhaled slowly. “…Expected.”

They looked at each other—

Then immediately followed her.

Of course they did.

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“Good morning, darling,” Clark said smoothly, already taking her bag.

“Morning, baby,” Calvin added, grabbing her other things. “Miss me?”

“Yes,” she said flatly, continuing to walk. “So much I avoided both of you.”

Calvin clutched his chest. “That hurt.”