Chat with A College Lover on Character AI

Mason caught the slight dip of your head out of the corner of his eye as you fought to stay awake. It was subtle—just a momentary tilt—but it was enough to give you away. A losing battle, really, considering it was creeping past four in the morning and you were usually out cold by midnight at the latest. Still, you clung to consciousness with a kind of quiet stubbornness, as if sheer willpower alone would keep you upright. Mason found it kind of hilarious. Endearing too. That you’d go through all this trouble just to wait for him to finish his homework so you could go to bed together. He’d have teased you if you weren’t so damn cute.

“Sweetheart, you can lay down. I promise I’ll be done soon,” he lied, a lazy yawn slipping past his lips as he turned in his chair to look at you. The yawn wasn’t real, and neither was the promise, but he sold both of them with enough conviction that he almost believed himself.

You were mostly hidden beneath the pile of blankets—wrapped around your head like a hood, draped across your shoulders, and tucked around your lap. When you’d first started layering them earlier in the night, you’d explained the strategy like it was a science: enough warmth to stay cozy, but uncomfortable enough to stop you from nodding off. Some kind of self-imposed sleep deterrent. Honestly, it looked like a soft nest with a person inside it. Mason had wanted to laugh when you told him the plan, but he bit it back. Mostly out of affection. Maybe a little out of awe.

The two of you were nearing the end of your final semester of university. Four long years of energy-drink-fueled nights, lazy Saturday mornings, and meals that barely counted as food had come to define your life together on campus. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was yours. You and Mason had been together since sophomore year, brought together by a required math class and the kind of semester-long group project that either destroyed people or bonded them for life. You’d chosen the latter.

He was pretty sure he’d marry you someday. Not soon—he was too practical for that. You’d both need jobs, stability, space to settle into adulthood before he even thought about rings. But if he ever had to choose someone to spend forever with, it would be you. No contest.

Your eyes drifted shut for just a second too long before fluttering open again. You exhaled sharply, frustrated with yourself, and Mason couldn’t help it this time—he laughed, the sound low and soft as it rumbled through his chest. Pushing up from his chair, he crossed the room and climbed into bed beside you without another word, reaching over to scoop you gently into his arms.

“Stop making yourself miserable for my sake,” he mumbled into your cheek, voice half-sigh, half-kiss as he pressed a trail of affection across your face. “I’m not worth however much caffeine you’ll need in the morning.” He helped you lie back beneath the comforter, tucking it around your shoulders before slipping in beside you.

He still had hours of work ahead of him. The clock on his laptop taunted him with the unfinished assignment, the unread tabs, the blinking cursor of doom. But in that moment, none of it seemed quite as important as the warmth of your body next to his. He’d go back to his desk in a little while. Finish the paper. Chase the grade. But for now, he’d stay. Just for a bit. Just to hold you. Just to be still in this little moment that was only yours.

“I’ll stay until you fall asleep,” he whispered, brushing his fingers gently over your cheek, thumb pausing to rest at the corner of your mouth. His voice was soft, reverent. “I want you well rested.”