Wingman Liam

FYI: Perspective change to Liam! Just to freshen it up a bit!

The soft murmur of voices fills the tutorial room, blending with the rhythmic scratching of pens and the occasional tap of a keyboard. Students are scattered across the space, some hunched over their laptops, others whispering among themselves as they wrap up their work. The atmosphere is relaxed—low stakes, no pressure, just another weekly session of going through problem sets and quizzes that aren’t even worth that much of your final grade.

You lean back in your chair, stretching your arms behind your head as you let out a satisfied sigh. “Alright, I think that’s it.” You turn your head to the side, your eyes settling on Luna, who is staring down at her own paper, twirling a pen between her fingers. “You done?”

She hums, giving a small nod. “Yeah, just looking it over one last time.”

You smirk. “Look at you, being all thorough. I just wanna get outta here and get lunch.”

Luna chuckles under her breath, tapping her pen against the desk. “Yeah, yeah. Just let me check this one thing…”

You wait a few seconds before lazily flipping your paper over and tapping the desk with your knuckles. “Okay, enough nerding out. Time to turn these in.”

You grab your own paper and stand up, expecting her to do the same. But when you glance down, she hasn’t moved.

Raising a brow, you tease, “C’mon, don’t tell me you’re that glued to your chair. What, got a bad case of senior-itis already?”

Luna lets out an awkward little laugh, rubbing her neck as her cheeks dust with pink. She hesitates for a second, then looks up at you with an almost sheepish expression. “I, uh… I can’t.”

You blink. “Can’t what?”

She bites her lip, lowering her voice. “Can’t go up and turn it in. It’s, uh… my name, remember?”

It takes a half-second for you to process before realization dawns on you. Oh. Right.

She’s still registered as Lucas.

A strange, twisting feeling curls in your chest at the reminder. It’s not even that you forgot, but it’s so easy to just… not think about it. To just see her as her—the beautiful, perfect girlfriend sitting beside you, looking so cute with that bashful expression.

You clear your throat, forcing yourself to shake off the sudden weight pressing at the back of your mind. Without a word, you pluck her paper from her desk and offer her a small smirk. “Guess I’ll just have to do all the heavy lifting in this relationship.”

Luna rolls her eyes but gives you a grateful little smile as she pulls out her phone and sinks back into her seat.

You turn and make your way toward the TA’s desk at the front of the room. A handful of other students are still working, a few already standing near the door, chatting while they wait for their friends to finish up. The TA, a guy in his late twenties with the telltale dead-inside expression of a grad student **** to babysit undergrads, looks up as you approach.

“Done?”

You nod and hand over both papers. “Yeah, we’re submitting.”

The TA takes the sheets, glancing over them with a bored expression before shifting to his laptop. “One sec. Just gotta check them off in the system.”

Shoving your hands in your pockets, you rock on your heels as you wait. Your gaze drifts back toward Luna, who is still at her desk, scrolling through her phone. A little smile tugs at your lips.

It’s crazy how right this feels.

Like, yeah, sure—you hadn’t exactly planned on having a whole-ass girlfriend this semester, let alone this girlfriend. But fuck, if you aren’t the luckiest guy on the planet.

She’s perfect. In body, mind, soul—every single part of her.

And not just because of the obvious. Sure, the sex is insane—like, insane insane—but it’s not just that. It’s everything. The way she sneaks glances at you when she thinks you aren’t looking. The way she leans into you when you walk together, like she just fits against you. The way she laughs at your dumb jokes, even when they’re objectively bad.

And God, the way she looks at you. That soft, adoring gaze that makes you feel like the only guy in the universe.

How the hell are you supposed to just… go back to life without this?

Your stomach twists, but before you can dwell on it, the TA clears his throat.

You snap out of your thoughts, blinking as the guy looks up from his laptop. “Hey, take a seat for a sec.”

Frowning, you hesitate. “Uh… sure?”

You pull out the nearest chair and sit down, brows furrowing slightly as the TA lowers his voice.

“That your friend over there?” The guy tilts his chin toward Luna, who is still absorbed in her phone.

Your heart skips—just a little. You **** yourself to keep your expression neutral. “Uh… yeah?”

The TA nods slowly, then turns his laptop toward you.

And there, staring back at you from the screen—

Is him.

Or, rather, Lucas.

Your breath catches in your throat. It’s an old profile picture, the kind the school database automatically pulls for student records. But it’s unmistakably before. Before all of this. Before her.

Your grip on your knee tightens. Your mind scrambles for something to say, some way to react, but for the first time in forever, words fail you.

The TA glances between you and the screen, waiting. “So, uh…?”

You swallow. “I…”

Your pulse thuds in your ears as the TA’s gaze flicks between you and the image on the screen. The silence stretches for a second too long, thick and heavy, before you **** yourself to speak.

“Oh. Yeah, uh—” You clear your throat, sitting up a little straighter. “She’s, uh… she’s trans.”

The TA’s eyebrows lift slightly, his expression shifting from questioning to understanding in an instant. “Oh. Gotcha, gotcha.” He gives a small nod, leaning back in his chair. “That makes sense.”

You let out a quiet breath, the tension in your shoulders easing just a little.

The TA glances back toward Luna, studying her for a moment, a small, thoughtful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Well… I gotta say, she’s really beautiful.”

Something flickers in your chest—an instinctual, almost knee-jerk reaction. You don’t know what to call it, but it comes with a sudden, involuntary thought that you should not be hearing other guys say shit like that about your girlfriend.

You quickly shove the feeling down, forcing an easy grin as you lean forward on your elbows. “Yeah, she, uh… she’s something else.”

The TA nods in agreement, then lowers his voice slightly. “I mean, not to sound weird or anything, but I wouldn’t have even guessed.”

You huff out a small chuckle. “Yeah, well, she’s got all the perks of modern science on her side.”

The TA smirked. “I bet. Must be wild, though. Like, dealing with all the usual bullshit, but also, y’know…” He tilted his head slightly. “You think she ever gets tired of it?”

You thought about it for a second before shrugging. “I dunno. Probably.” You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest. “But honestly? She doesn’t really talk about it like it’s some huge burden. She just… is.”

The TA nodded again, humming under his breath. “Yeah, I get that. It’s gotta be nice, though, y’know? That things are way better now than they used to be.”

You grinned. “Oh, for sure. If this were, like, twenty years ago, people would be making a way bigger deal out of it.” You glanced back toward Luna, watching the way she casually scrolled through her phone, completely unbothered, completely herself. “But now? She’s just living her life.”

The TA followed your gaze, his expression softening slightly. “Yeah… she really is.”

You studied the guy for a moment, taking in the way he seemed genuinely cool about all of this. No awkwardness, no judgment—just straight-up chill vibes.

And then, something clicked.

Seven of seven.

You kept your expression casual, but in your mind, you were already making calculations. The guy was cool. Too cool to let go to waste. And the way he looked at Luna—intrigued, interested.

This was*perfect.

The TA turned back to you, giving him a knowing look. “You guys seem really comfy around each other.”

Your mouth quirked into a smirk. “Well, yeah. We’ve known each other for a long time.”

The TA raised an eyebrow. “Right. But like… she your girlfriend or what?”

The question hit you like a sucker punch. Without even thinking, your mouth opened and you answered on instinct—

“Yeah.”

Fuck.

You barely had a second to realize your mistake before your backtracked. “I mean, uh—” You **** a chuckle, waving a hand. “It’s… complicated. Not like… a thing thing. More of a, uh… situationship?”

The TA let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Ohhh, one of those.”

You exhaled, relieved that the guy wasn’t pressing you too hard on it. “Yeah, y’know. Long history, weird circumstances, all that shit.”

The TA smirked. “Makes sense. She’s really cute, though. You should tell her that.”

For a brief second, you felt that instinctual flicker again. A tiny, protective spark that made you want to say something stupid like, Yeah, and she’s mine, so back off.

But you swallowed it down.

Because this was the plan.

So instead, you leaned in slightly, your smirk widening. “Actually… I think you should tell her that.”

The TA’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “Oh?”

You nodded, keeping your tone casual. “Yeah. I mean… I think she’d love to go on a date with you.”

The TA blinked. “Wait, are you serious?”

You grinned. “Dead serious.” You gestured vaguely toward Luna. “She’s single, she’s cool as hell, and I think you two would hit it off.”

The TA leaned back in his chair, considering. “Huh.”

You could already see the gears turning in the guy’s head, so you went in for the kill. “Oh, and don’t worry—she’s got all her lady bits down there.” You shot the TA a playful wink. “You’re good to go.”

The TA let out a short laugh. “Oh yeah? And how do you know that?”

Your grin widened as you casually draped an arm over the back of his chair. “Let’s just say… I’ve been in there. And it’s great.”

The TA’s laughter bubbled up louder this time, shaking his head as he held out his fist. You smirked and knocked his own against it.

“Alright, alright,” the TA said, still chuckling. “I’ll bite. Give her my number.”

You pulled out your phone, quickly typing it in. “Hell yeah.”

The TA smirked. “She better not leave me on read.”

You shot him a grin. “Oh, trust me. I’ll make sure she doesn’t.”

And with that, you got up, walking back toward Luna with a brand-new mission in mind.

You make your way back to your desk, stuffing your hands into your pockets and schooling your expression into something casual. You know Luna well enough to know that if you walk up with some shit-eating grin, she’ll get suspicious fast.

She’s already halfway through gathering her things when she glances up at you. “What took so long?”

You shush her immediately, barely giving her a glance as you yank your bag up over your shoulder. “Just… don’t ask. Act normal. I’ll tell you once we’re out of here.”

Luna frowns, her lips parting slightly like she’s about to press you, but you shoot her a look that screams trust me. She sighs and goes back to packing up, clearly annoyed but letting it go for now.

The two of you walk toward the exit together, passing by the TA’s desk, where Ethan—yeah, that was his name—sits. He gives Luna a warm smile, his eyes lingering on her just a little longer than they probably should.

Your stomach twists in something weird. Something you choose to ignore.

Luna gives a polite little nod back, a bit confused, but doesn’t think much of it as you step out into the hall.

As soon as you’re a decent distance away, she turns to you. “Okay. Spill.”

You smirk, slipping your hands into your pockets as you slow your stride a little. “So. You know how you need a seventh, right?”

She blinks at you, immediately suspicious. “Yeah…?”

“Well, I just so happened to have a very interesting conversation with Ethan back there.”

“Ethan?”

“The TA.”

“…Okay?”

You grin. “Long story short? He thinks you’re hot.”

Luna freezes mid-step. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah.” You chuckle, tilting your head toward her. “And guess what? I might’ve just set you up with him. Only way I could explain the discrepancy was that you're trans, but he's totally fine with it.”

She blinks. Once. Twice. Then, very slowly, she turns her head to look at you, her expression unreadable.

You expect excitement. A gasp. Maybe even a playful scolding.

Instead, her lips press into a tight line, and her expression darkens just a little.

“…Oh.”

You frown. “Oh?”

She shrugs, eyes flicking forward as you both keep walking. “Yeah. Oh.”

You narrow your eyes. “You don’t seem thrilled.”

“I mean…” She trails off, tightening her grip on her bag. “I guess it’s good. I do need a seventh, so…”

Immediately, you’re on alert. That tone. That hesitation. Something’s off.

You stop walking. “Luna.”

She doesn’t stop at first. But when she realizes you’re not moving, she finally slows to a halt a few steps ahead, letting out a small sigh.

You tilt your head. “You’re mad.”

She exhales through her nose, pouting slightly. “I’m not mad.”

“Bullshit.”

Her lips purse tighter. She shifts on her feet, clearly trying to keep her emotions in check.

You take a step closer. “Talk to me.”

She exhales again, this time more frustrated. “I just—” She turns to you, her voice quieter, but still edged with something raw. “I know I have to have a seventh. But I love you, Liam.”

Something in your chest tightens.

Her voice wavers just slightly as she continues. “You’re my boyfriend. And I don’t like that you set me up with another guy.” Her arms wrap around herself, her brows furrowing. “It feels weird. It feels wrong.” She lifts her gaze, eyes searching yours. “I hate this whole thing. I hate that I have to do this trial, I hate that I have to be with other men, and I hate that you’re the one setting it up.”

Your stomach drops.

Shit.

She clenches her jaw slightly, glancing away. “I just… I wish you hadn’t done that.”

Immediately, you step forward, reaching for her, your voice soft. “Hey.”

She tenses slightly but doesn’t pull away.

You sigh. “I’m sorry.” Your hands find her arms, rubbing slow, soothing circles. “I love you. So much.” You lean down, tilting your head to meet her gaze. “But I’m doing this for you.”

She inhales sharply, her fingers twitching at her sides.

Your grip tightens slightly, and then, without thinking, you gently back her up until she’s pressed against the hallway wall.

Her breath hitches, her eyes going wide as you lean in close.

Your voice drops to a whisper. “I love you.”

She swallows, her lips parting slightly.

Then, almost instantly, her arms slide up around your neck, pulling you down into a kiss.

You groan against her mouth, one hand cupping the side of her face as you deepen it. She melts against you, fingers tangling in your hair, nails lightly scratching against your scalp.

The hallway is empty. Quiet. Just the two of you.

You press in closer, your knee slotting between her legs, feeling the way her body reacts to you instinctively.

Her hands slide down to your chest, gripping at your hoodie, holding you close like she needs you.

When you finally pull apart, her breath is shaky, her forehead resting against yours.

“I love you, too,” she whispers.

Your heart pounds.

You smile.

And then, very softly, you press one last kiss to her lips before whispering, “Then trust me.”

You stay close, your forehead still lightly pressed against Luna’s as your breaths mix in the quiet hallway. Your bodies are flush, her hands still gripping your hoodie, and your fingers brush soft, absentminded circles against her waist.

And then, in that hushed, intimate moment, Luna lets out a small breath of laughter.

“So,” she whispers, a playful lilt in her voice, “does this mean I’m officially trans now?”

You snort, your grip on her waist tightening slightly. “I may have said something more.”

She pulls back just enough to give you a look, suspicion flickering in her expression. “Oh god. What did you say?”

You hesitate for a beat, then smirk. “Just that you have all your lady bits.”

Her eyes narrow. “And?”

“And that I know because, well…” You lean in, dropping your voice to a whisper. “I’ve been in there.”

She freezes for a second. Then, very slowly, her lips part, and she exhales a sharp breath. “Oh my god.” She smacks your shoulder, her voice half-scandalized, half-laughing. “What kind of fucking conversation were you having with him?!”

You just grin. “The kind where I was setting up my girlfriend on a date with another man, apparently.”

She groans, dragging a hand down her face before shaking her head with a breathy laugh. “You’re insane.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You’re still grinning, but then, just like that, your expression softens. Your arms wrap around her more securely, your voice dropping to something quieter. “But hey… I really am sorry.”

She blinks. “Liam—”

“I mean it,” you murmur. Your hands cup her face, your thumbs stroking softly against her cheeks. “I know this is hard for you. I know this whole temporary girlfriend thing is…” You exhale. “Complicated.”

She swallows, her lips parting slightly.

You shake your head. “But I don’t care if this is temporary.” Your voice is quieter now, deeper, more ****. “Even if this gets erased, even if we forget… I want this to be perfect.”

You tilted your head, eyes searching hers. “I just want to love you. Cherish you. Enjoy every single second I have with you.”

Her breath hitched, her fingers gripping at your hoodie again.

You leaned closer, your lips just brushing against hers as you whispered, “But I still have to do right by Lucas, too.”

Luna inhaled sharply.

A moment of silence.

Then, very slowly, she nodded. “I know.”

Her hands slid up, fingers lightly tracing your jaw. “I feel the same way,” she whispered. “I want every second to last forever.”

And then, after a beat, she smiles softly. “I want every kiss to last forever.”

Your fingers curl into her waist.

And just like that, she tilts her head, her voice teasing.

“…I wish every time we had sex, it lasted forever.”

You let out a surprised laugh, your forehead falling against hers. “Oh my god.”

Luna giggled. “What?”

You just shook your head, laughing as you pulled her into a soft kiss, your lips moving against hers in slow, lingering affection.

Her arms wrapped around your neck, her body pressing in close, her lips parting just enough to deepen it.

It was slow. Sweet. A quiet promise between you both.

When you finally pulled back, Luna let out a soft sigh, her hands sliding down to rest against your chest.

And then—of course—she smirked.

“So…” she hummed, trailing a teasing finger down the center of your hoodie. “Do you wanna explore my lady bits again after destroying them this morning?”

You blinked. Then you let out a loud laugh, your head falling back slightly. “Jesus, Luna.”

“What?” she grinned. “Just making sure my boyfriend is thorough.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “I don’t even know if my man bits have recovered from this morning.”

Luna hummed, her fingers curling into the fabric of your hoodie as she slowly leaned up against you again, her voice dropping into something low and seductive.

“Oh, don’t worry, baby,” she whispered. “I’ll make sure they’re ready to perform.”

You swallowed thickly.

Your hands twitched slightly at her waist.

And for a brief second, you seriously considered skipping the rest of the day and just dragging her straight back to the dorms.

But instead, you exhaled sharply, shaking your head with a breathy chuckle.

“You’re dangerous,” you muttered.

Luna just smiled. “And you love it.”

You smirked. “Yeah.” You pulled her in for one last soft, lingering kiss. “I do.”