You tried introducing avocados to him with guacamole but…he’d immediately say “no”
He reminds you of a big baby. And it was annoying.
“But Hugo..it’s a very high-fibre food..” you wave the chip doused in guac near his face, to which he backs away like he’s allergic.
“Chia seeds is a great alternative. Specifically one of the highest fibre-packed things i can eat.” He replies matter-of-factly.
“I swear it tastes good..” You plead, persistent on offering him the piece of food.
He simply clicked his tongue, looking away as if you were spoonfeeding him the nastiest thing alive. With a sigh, you put down the chip and stared at the fridge longingly. “I was gonna give you an eclair if you at least tried..”
“ueh..” Hugo froze, now looking at the lonely chip with guacamole.
He did get his eclair, as promised...though you found him shuddering to himself as he read his empty book for the nth time today.
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Sae’s hand shifted and quietly noticed the faint lines on your skin.
You and Sae occupied the bed, as the tv plays in the soundless still of the room. The moment your legs shift, the shirt rides up to reveal stretch marks on your upper thigh.
He looked down on your face, clearly fast asleep. Taking this opportunity to gently trace the stretch marks, his finger lingered as if he’s trying to memorize it.
The ticking sensation woke you up, but Sae hadn't noticed that your eyes were open. “What are you doing?” A whisper left your lips before meeting his eyes.
Sae pauses, his palm now resting on your thigh. “Nothing.”
“Tracing my skin for ten minutes isn’t nothing.”
“..your stretch marks. I like them the way they are.” He reassures.
“Sae..”
“Especially when theyre on your ass.” His hand lands on your asscheek with a loud Smack.
In the large stadium, halftime began. The big screen announces an obnoxious kiss-kam. It pans from one couple to another, some occasionally mistaken as a pair. It lead to funny outcomes, some prepared with signs for this exact scenario.
You continue to watch the big screen in amusement, not knowing you’d be next.
Nagi walked to where you were with the intention of chatting, his back turned from the big screen.
The moment your face flashes on the screen beside your other friend, the one you came along with, made a sarcastic gesture by pointing at themselves acting all surprised. You wave at nagi before noticing yourself on the screen from the corner of your eye. Shrieking and shaking your friend, “Holy shit. W-we’re on cam!”. Nagi on the other hand, perk up from your voice and glancing over his shoulder to check the big screen.
True to your words, he approached you, his warm hand slithers at the back of your neck to pull you in; a peck on the lips. Your friend didnt care, miming away with cartoonish hand signs that screams ‘get a load of these two’.
The stadium got a little louder, hooting and hollering from the unexpected ‘kiss-kam’. Nagi Seishiro, a football player, kissing a person at the bleachers? A sweet surprise, knowing that he’d only give energy to soccer.
“What happened to keeping it under wraps?” You smiled, lightly flicking his forehead. He groans from the flick, “I wanted to show you off a little..”
Five minutes ago, you were savouring the warmth of your bed with Rin.
But whenever he sleeps over, getting out of bed immediately feels easier.
It just feels right..
Padding quietly to the kitchen, the sound of wooden spoons and boiling water comes to life. There laid a small comb at the counter, ready to be used. Though your hands ultimately reached for the box of sugar.
You can't be bothered to use the comb, too busy making a hot drink. The slow and heavy steps from your room stopped, now a warm source grazing your entire back.
Rin glanced at the comb, then your hair. It looked the same from when you woke up in bed. His hand picks the comb up with ease, fingers carding your hair with feathery touches.
You let out a small noise of acknowledgement, eyes fluttering closed to savour Rin’s domestic act of combing out your hair.
Turning around, you lean in the crook of his neck. Softly pressing your lips on his pulse point; a small, intimate act of gratitude. And Rin lets you do it with no complaints.
He gives more space for you to continue. Although his expression stays the same, a shy, pink hue dusts the tips of his ears.
Rin often sees your figure pass by to walk further in the train. Why do you?
Your footsteps always lead to a spot, five doors away from the end of the transportation. And when he watched you step out, it was right in front of the main entryways of the busy station.
It was so calculated and time-saving, he had to try it out for himself. To the point it became a habit. Sometimes he’d follow right behind you, not on purpose, but with the same intent. And whenever he does, a decadent scent floats off the crown of your head. It soothed him..
..because it smelled like winter in the middle of summer.
Sometimes you’d just sit and abandon the idea of walking down the train.
So he’d sit, right across from you.
If it was a three seater, he may be a seat away. Of course you’d notice. And yet, you rarely ever look at him. Always occupied with thoughts, music, or the phone. But at times, a small tilt or glance goes his way.
— — —
People packed themselves in the train, the tips of your shoes barely tucked under the seat. Rush hours were no joke.
It felt uncomfortable, and it also bothered Rin, who is now uptight. Silhouettes block your vision from across the seat, the atmosphere now stuffy.
The train eventually airs out after stopping at a popular station. Rin sat there, eyebrows knitted after experiencing a rush hour. Your eyes briefly met his own before your phone buzzed, distracting you from his gaze.
— — —
You never miss your stop. Until a tiring day came about, consciousness entirely slipping out of your hands like sand.
When the train announced your stop, Rin expected at least one figure to walk out the door, which would be you. He paid little attention to his surroundings at that time, as music danced in his ears. Rin only realized you’ve fallen into a nap two stations before his.
Oh.
He scanned the train, it was practically empty. Standing up, Rin’s sneaker nudges your shoe.
“Hey.” A gruff voice reaches your ears, nudging once. Your eyes flicker open, dazed, barely discerning the station map behind his looming height.
“Oh..thank you.” Quickly stepping out of the train after arriving at a foreign station, you find yourself walking to the other side of the island platform. What you didn't notice is that Rin had also followed you out the train.
He tried to make it clear that you were some task to complete, but his awkward stance and mild disinterest amused you.
Plus, being exhausted on a summer afternoon only fueled you to converse with him. “.. did you miss your stop too?” the question leaves your lips, knowing nothing of his destination.
“..No.” He looked way too rigid to be suspected as a weird stalker, so you simply reply with a hum and bask in the silence. Rin seemed to have calmed down, and the train arrived with a gust of wind.
Doors chime open, walking in with relief. Rin accompanied you through the entire train back, which took less than five minutes. You pause, mentally debating as he stared back. “Wait here, give me a few minutes.”
..
Walking back with two popsicles at hand, Rin watched you, eyes boring at the cold treat with mild interest. You wordlessly handed him one.
“Dont say no this time.” A soft, teasing comment came his way, the summer night hotter after holding the popsicle for a while. Both stood near the opposite platform edge, just shy of the yellow safety line as he waited for your train.
No names were exchanged, yet their presence was enough. And maybe, you can do the same favour for him.
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