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Sterek #131 from .
Derek has let the boys in room 309 get away with a lot over the past semester, but this might finally test the limits of his patience.
The thing is, he’s not the most unreasonable Resident Advisor on campus. He knows he was a bit of a hardass last year, before he figured out how to balance the job with his overly ambitious course load. And he knows that the students who live on his floor are equally afraid
of him as they are likely the ones behind the rumors that he’s a eunuch.
But he has a staunch ‘live and let live’ policy that most of them are too grateful for to complain about. As long as he doesn’t have to deal with the fallout of their hijinks, and gets left alone in relative peace, he doesn’t care what they do. And he would, honestly, really rather not know the gory details of it all anyway.
It’s a philosophy not unlike the one Derek applies to his personal life, such as it is. Over the years, he’s found that his day-to-day existence runs a whole lot smoother if people just leave him the hell alone and let him return the favor by burying himself in his books and leaving them the hell alone right back.
The boys in room 309 are so far the only ones who have decided to actively push at the limitations of this system.
Violation after violation–from the time McCall harbored five different stray ani
mals in there for an entire month, to the time Stilinski started charging random passersby for life advice with a cardboard “the doctor is in” sign on their door, and actually turned a not-insignificant profit because everyone thought he was collecting for charity–and Derek has let it all slide.
Not this time.
“Shut up,” he says the moment he reaches where Stiles is fidgeting in the hallway outside his locked dorm room.
Stiles scoffs. “Rude.”
“It’s one thirty in the morning on a Wednesday. I’m allowed.” He pulls his master key out of his pocket and makes to open the door, but Stiles leans forward with a small smirk and a twinkle in his eye.
“Come on, you know you love our little late night chats.”
God help Derek, he actually does. Secretly, very deep down, he kind of does. Or, well, he would, if they didn’t take place a handful of hou
rs before his alarm is set to go off.