Beloved By Four
Chapter One: Four hearts, One door
It was a calm, moon-kissed night in the Hillight High dormitory zone, and somewhere in the air floated the faint smell of vanilla and fresh laundry—Elvis Sonata’s signature scent. The boys on campus often whispered about him, the younger student with snowy hair and turquoise eyes, but none of them dared dream of him the way four particular upperclassmen did.
And tonight, those four stood in front of the same dorm room door. At the same time.
There was a click of a boot, the grumble of an engine fading in the distance, and then a tense silence as four tall, muscular shadows stared each other down under the flickering hallway light.
Lucas Bondo, flawless as always, stood with a neatly folded blanket in one arm and a bag of Elvis’s favorite pastries in the other. His silver hair gleamed under the light. He smiled politely—but only on the surface.
Thompson Norman, dressed in a leather jacket, looked like he’d just stepped off a movie set. His motorcycle helmet hung from his fingers, his sharp gaze narrowed as he scanned the other three. "Tch. What the hell are you three doing here?"
Jake Silvester was holding a giant pink bunny plushie. He blinked, then offered a sheepish grin. “Uhh!?… surprise sleepover night?”
August Raifelic didn’t say anything. He adjusted his glasses with a slow, calculated push and stared directly at the door. His presence was quiet—unsettlingly quiet—but the slight tremble in his hand gave him away.
And then—
The door opened.
A very small, very sleepy Elvis peeked out, rubbing one turquoise eye with the sleeve of his sweater. His fluffy white hair was a pillow-soft mess, and his voice came out in a drowsy whisper.
"Um...Lucas…?"
Lucas immediately stepped forward, his voice warm and low. “You forgot your nightly tea, little dove…”
“W-Wait a damn minute!” Thompson snapped, pushing forward. “He was waiting for me. Angel cake and I already made plans. Right, baby?”
Elvis blinked. “A-Angel… what—?”
Before he could recover, Jake barged in with a big dopey smile, nearly tripping over his own feet. “Snugglebug~! I brought you the plushie you said looked like your dream pet! Do you like it? Do you wanna name it? I thought we could cuddle it together—”
“I’m going to kill you,” Thompson growled.
“You’re going to trip over your own ego,” August muttered. Then, calmly, he held up a small hand-written note. “He told me to wake him up for stargazing tonight. Me. Elvis and I have a date.”
Elvis froze.
His face turned red. Very, very red.
“I… I did say that…” he whispered, clutching the door frame.
And then—
Chaos.
“What makes you think you’re spending the night!?”
“He obviously meant me—he calls me big bear!!”
“You think a little stuffed thing beats a motorbike ride?!”
“Guys—Guys!! Please don’t yell—!!”
“You woke up the entire floor, you lunatics—”
“Elvis needs rest, not your nonsense—”
“Why don't we let him decide!?”
“I CAN'T DECIDE IF YOU'RE ALL YELLING AT THE SAME TIME—!!”
A pillow flew. Jake tripped over Thompson’s helmet. August threatened to bite someone. Lucas calmly drank the tea he brought while glaring at everyone.
And in the middle of it all, Elvis, flustered beyond reason, stood with both hands raised in front of his chest, tears of panic pooling in his big eyes.
“C-CAN’T WE JUST… SHARE???”
Silence.
Four towering boyfriends froze like little deer in headlights.
Jake whimpered. Thompson turned away and punched the wall. Lucas’s eye twitched. August cracked his knuckles.
“…This isn’t over,” Thompson muttered.
“Not even close,” August said flatly.
Lucas gently picked Elvis up—because of course he did—and carried him inside. “Let’s talk inside, little dove. Before the hallway catches fire.”
Jake followed like a lost puppy. Thompson stomped in like an outlaw. August entered last, already planning how to sabotage the next night’s sleepover.
And Elvis, snuggled in Lucas’s arms, sighed helplessly.
“…I should’ve just locked the door.”
-End of Chapter One-
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