Math!

Math indeed. 

He is going to have to go back to his dorm at some point today. He's not super looking forward to it but that is in fact a thing he will have to do. 

Kaleva is fine if he just hangs out with him forever!

Tempting, but he does have to sleep tonight, and Chen will have questions if he spends the night with Kaleva. 

He kisses Kaleva goodnight before he goes, quick and shallow. 

Kissing! This is probably a sign that Kaleva hasn't ruined everything forever.

"You could stay on the couch and we could tell Chen your roommate sucks."

He has definitely not ruined everything forever! He has not even ruined most things for a little while! 

"He didn't even do anything, it's not worth setting Chen on him for." 

"I guess." 

Kaleva kisses him. "Goodnight."

One more kiss and then he has to leave no really. "Goodnight." 

He doesn't get a lot of sleep that night. 

Kaleva cries himself to sleep.

And Chen worries about both of them. 

Kaleva is awkward around Sasha for the next few days. He doesn't kiss Sasha or touch him unless he initiates, but clings when he does. He talks about conspicuously normal topics when they spend time together. He looks longingly at Sasha when he thinks Sasha is not looking; he smiles desperately whenever Sasha touches him or does something affectionate. He conspicuously does not stares at Chen when Chen strips off his jersey in their common room. 

He cries every night. 

Sasha touches him as often as he can get away with, kisses him every chance he gets, and it's not enough, Kaleva's still hurting and Sasha doesn't know what to do about it and I love you echoes in his ears, I'm sorry, I don't know what I did wrong, please tell me I can fix it, in Kaleva's voice, whenever he tries to think about it, and he can't sleep, and —

And on Saturday morning he sits with Kaleva at breakfast and watches the way Kaleva looks at him and watches the desperation on his face, touches Kaleva's shoulder whenever he has an excuse to, and then he goes back to his dorm and tells Harry "Please fuck the noise out of my head." 

"Chen is very good-looking but Uma would be so jealous if I were punched by someone else."

"Chen won't punch you for it." This is true, but mostly because Sasha isn't planning on telling him it happened.

"How nice of him to let other people play with his toys."

Sasha is grabbed by the hair and shoved to his knees.

Oh. Good.

"Yeah," and it comes out softer and breathier than he was trying for. 

"You know, they didn't let me bring aaaany of my toys from the Isle. A lifetime's collection, lost"-- he grabs Sasha's hair and yanks it-- "like that. Not even my father's hook to comfort me."

The click of a switchblade knife opening. 

"But Auradon has given me some new toys."

He moans out loud at the pull on his hair, goes where he's pulled — his breath hitches when he hears the knife, he wants to say something but he can't quite get his throat to work — 

"I guess Chen is going to want me to return his toy in good condition," Harry says thoughtfully. "Nothing more than a few cuts. Of course"-- Harry whispers this next bit in Sasha's ear-- "my hand might... slip."

He bites Sasha's earlobe hard. 

"Yeah — nnh — it — oh —" 

Biting him gets another moan, louder this time. 

"Clothes off or I cut them off. Your choice."

He strips as quickly as he can. 

"Aw, you're no fun at all," Harry says, walking behind Sasha, "you're going to pay for that."

He cuts a semicircle across Sasha's back.

"Only — have — so many — ahhhh —"