#kattweek

Thank you Gayfield for your kofi!! 

Super quick but kinda cute! I put it on my wall ✨

KATT WEEK IS HEEEREE

Day 1: April Fools!!

I didn't know what to draw tbh so I did some doodles/redraws of their one (1) interaction! (Traditional cause I can't do digital to save my life) 💛

Warmth.

It's really warm, Keith thought.

"You're my new pillow, I decided." Matt said trying to stifle a yawn and making Keith giggle at how childish it came, too sleepy to form an actual response.

He is so warm. His body radiating something inexplicable. Something Keith was sure no one else had.

"Man, I'm so tired!" The light haired boy spoke promptly after again. "I don't think I'll be able to leave the couch ever!".

"What are you talking about, nerd?" Keith stretched while asking fondly, looking away from the screen to take in the view that was a somnolent Matt Holt. "We've been lying here all day! You can't be tired of doing nothing, idiot." A yawn scaped Keith's lips after that last part completely betraying his words, though Matt didn't point that out. Instead, Matt scratched his neck and sat properly, liberating Keith's body from underneath him.

And Keith couldn't help staring at him. He stared at Matthew Holt, his roommate, his friend, his crush... His something else. Someone quite magical.

Deep down, he had the feeling Matt reciprocated his love, but he was so scared.

"Hey, Kit Kat?" The use of the pet name brought him back to the present situation. "You just kinda spaced out, what's wrong?".

Keith blinked, then sighed, "I guess I'm tired as well", he said as he got up from the couch, but before he could take another step he felt a firm tug on his wrist.

"No..." Keith turned to look at Matt, confusion written all over his face. "Don't leave... Not yet". He voiced. It was almost as if the older boy was pleading with his eyes, yet there was something more.

There's always something more with him.

And no matter what, Keith could never resist that face.

"Fine."

Keith was hopelessly in love with that dork.

"Sorry, it's just..." Matt was trying to explain himself. He is nervous, Keith noticed. "How can I say it?"

"Just say it, I guess." He offered, taking both of his hands and interlacing their fingers.

Matt closed his eyes, inhaled and tried to cover his nervousness with a little giggle – something he did unconsciously, Keith knew – and continued, looking everywhere except for the other's eyes.

"You make me feel all warm inside, Keith."

And Keith understood, because he felt the same.

"I like you, Keith. I like you a lot. More that that! And I... I can't keep doing this! All the teasing, the flirting, the cuddling and the 'what if's. You're adorable in every possible way. You're ridiculously cute when you laugh. I love making you smile... But I really want to kiss you and protect you and I know I'm saying too much it's just that I-"

Keith didn't let him continue. He didn't want to stop him but at the same time he didn't really care. Keith wanted, needed to feel, to kiss those lips.

So he did.

It wasn't soft, it was hard, and messy, and perfect. The force of the kiss send both of them back to the couch. It was overwhelming and it wasn't enough. Too fast, too slow. And he was so happy.

They kissed and giggled for a while, previous exhaustion forgotten. 

"Your hair is a mess!" Keith laughed, tugging at Matt's hair locks that were pointing in every direction. "You're a cute, gorgeous, stunning mess. I love you." He declared, never breaking eye contact.

And maybe it was too son to say those words, but with Matt Holt everything felt right.

"You know I love you too, Kit Kat."

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"The closer you are to your soulmate, the warmer you feel".

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I started writing and this happened. English is not my first language so please let me know if there's something wrong with this 💞