I've always loved the idea of Enjolras x Jehan. And sadly there are only a handful of fics and graphics about them :(
I suddenly felt inspired. Maybe I'll write more, I don't know.

Enjolras entered the flat and closed the door with a loud bang. Jehan, who was curled up on the armchair next to the window with a book, winced in surprise.
It was dusk, but the lights weren't switched on yet; the living room was dimly lit, so the poet was able to take a look at his friend without being noticed.
Enjolras was leaning against the door, his head hung low. He was clenching and unclenching his jaw, his fists balled up so tightly his knuckles were white. He took a deep breath and swore softly under his breath. Jehan thought he saw tears streaming down his cheeks. It was such an out of character behaviour for Enjolras that the poet had to take a moment to recover from the shock before acting.

He rose from his seat, and hesitatingly called out "Enjolras?".

The blonde jumped, startled. He instantly passed his hand over his eyes, trying to conceal his tears.

"Oh, hello Jehan. I didn't see you there. Sorry for bothering you." he said in a rush, moving away from the door towards the staircase to escape his friend's worried questions.

Jehan blocked him with a hand on his wrist.

"Enj, I've never seen you so upset before. Tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help you?" he asked, stepping closer.

Enjolras' lips formed a thin, stubborn line, but just as he was about to say that he was perfectly fine Jehan's hands cupped his face, tracing his tear-streaked cheeks with his thumbs.
Enjolras leaned involuntarily into the touch.
Jehan smiled and said "I'm going to make you a nice cup of tea so you can tell me all about your day, ok?"
Enjolras nodded without a word. He let Jehan lead him into the kitchen, then he sat on a stool and watched the poet getting busy with tea and scones.

When a steaming cup of Earl Grey was finally placed in front of him, Enjolras let out a sigh.

"Thank you."

"Anytime Enj." Jehan smiled.

"Could you… can we keep this between us? I mean, not the tea, the tea is lovely, but I mean…" Enjolras was actually struggling with words, and Jehan wouldn't have believed it if it wasn't happening right before his eyes. He reached out and placed his hand on Enjolras' forearm.

"Enj. You don't need to pretend that you're not tired and fed up, you know. But I'm not going to tell anyone. You can trust me. Ok?"

The blonde gave out a nervous laugh.
"I'm sorry. I just had a very bad day. I thought my speeches were reaching the people, I thought I was doing something useful with all my work, but it appears it was all for nothing. We didn't achieve the minimum signature requirement for the petition in time for the deadline. I was really really hoping that I was finally able to do some good. I can't… what the hell am I doing, Jehan?"
Enjolras had such sadness in his eyes, such an air of defeat about him Jehan couldn't stop himself: he pulled his friend into a tight hug, kissed his forehead and whispered fiercely "You know what? You're going to take a shower and then you're going to bed. You need to rest, get some sleep, and then tomorrow you can start again with your work and your petitions; because that's what you do when things don't go as planned. You rest and you start again the next day. You're not a quitter, Enj, and right now you need to stop thinking about it all."

Enjolras was stunned into silence. He had never heard Jehan sound so fierce and so bossy. He obediently did as he was told, and when some time later he finally slipped into bed he felt pleasantly relaxed from the tea and the shower.
He was beginning to doze off, when he felt cool fingers caressing his forehead and massaging his head. "Jehan…?" he murmured, sleepy.

"Hi. Are you comfortable?"

"Very. Thank you… but you don't need to pamper me, you've already done more than enough…"

"But I want to. Come on, just close your eyes and relax, ok?"

Enjolras sighed in contentment. He burrowed further under the covers and slowly drifted off to sleep, smiling when he felt a light kiss on his temple.