Transitioning || A College AU

The day starts with waking up in a heavy, fatigued body. Richie normally isn’t one to complain–in any other manner than joking, anyway–but fuck do his limbs feel like they’re filled with lead. It takes him minutes to come into consciousness, and then he feels a vague sense of panic at how limited his movement is. Still, wakefulness has decided it’s too far away to grasp. He falls back asleep. The second time Richie wakes up, it’s with a groan and a crick in his neck. He’d fallen asleep shirtless and somehow laid wrong on his shoulder, so now relaxing those muscles feels like uncoiling a spring. Richie squints at his alarm clock but it’s too far away to read. Guessing by the light streaming in through his blinds, though, it’s sometime past noon. Second puberty can suck ass sometimes.