Midnight Phone Calls and Morning Coffee
The night shift was the only time that Combeferre had available to work for the University’s tech support— and he needed all the money he could get. Sacrificing a few hours of sleep was worth being able to buy decent food instead of cheap noodles. So he found himself in his usual office desk, fighting exhaustion and boredom by working lazily on a homework assignment.
And every time the phone rang he felt that slight surge of excitement— there weren’t many people who called for tech support in the middle of the night. But there was one who called quite often, and who Combeferre had actually seen in his morning job at the coffee shop. Unbelievably handsome and polite, and usually worth a good 2 AM conversation.
So when the phone rang that night he answered it hopefully, forcing himself to sit up and think straight as he clicked his computer awake while he answered.
“University tech support, this is Tristan.”
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The thing is, everyone thinks that
Enjolras is good with deadlines. And
he usually is! But sometimes, he gets
distracted and righteous and utterly
impossible about real life causes that
an academic paper seems almost…
inconsequential. Which is how he got
to where he is right now.
Namely, staring at his university
email login while it denies him access
to the very important email he should
have received from his professor. He
didn’t even change his password, why
is this h a p p e n i n g to him?
"Hi–hello. It’s me again. This time
it’s really not my fault, I swear it.“
He’s not expecting Tristan– miracle
worker that he is– to be the one on
the other end. How many times has
it been already? Enjolras is a little bit
embarrassed, not even gonna lie.
”It’s not letting me log in to my
student email– have I been expelled?“