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HS AU on school camping trip ( or perhaps summer camp?)
I am loving this~ ! <- K_K
(Because seniors can't go to summer camps once they've graduated [in my area at least] this will be taken place the summer before they meet K_K)
Title: Don't Mind the Dark
Words: 1,804
Sweet flipped open his notebook as he narrowed his eye up a tree. âRed Robin,â he looked through the small booklet in his other hand, âTurdus migratorius.â He wrote down the names as he carefully raised the camera hanging from his neck and took a photo, the flash scaring the bird as it flew away. Sweet waited until the polaroid printed and he shook the photo, hoping it would develop quicker. As he shook the photo he walked over to his friend who was leaning against a tree.Â
âWhat are you workinâ on?â Sweet asked, pushing his glasses up along the rim again.Â
Capân shrugged as he squatted to the ground, sketchbook in hand.Â
Sweet followed and took a small peak at the drawing. âWow, thatâs really good, dude.â It was a drawing of the tree in front of them, it looked really good for a beginning sketch!Â
âThanks,â his friend mumbled.
The tension made Sweet feel uneasy. âSo⌠how were your group activities?âÂ
Capân groaned and slammed his pencil down on his sketchpad, âterrible!â he shouted. âI had to canoe around the lake all morning and then they made me do arts nâ craftsâ and usually I like that classâ when they let us do what we want! I donât want to make a flower pot that looks exactly like everyone elseâs!â He dropped his head to his knees, âI donât like summer camp. I donât see why I have to go every summer. Dad knows I hate it, so why does he send me?â
Truthfully, neither of them liked summer camp. No arcade, no movies, no comics, even the manga was confiscated. They hated having to share a room with close to seven other guys, plus the communal showers were rank. Capân went every summer begrudgingly due to his father's request. Some part of his dad just wanted his âlittle manâ to be just like he was when he had been a kid. And that expectation was forced down him at every opportunity. Sweet, on the other hand, was forced to go because his parents had a yearly vacation out of the country and they never took him. Sweet never asked why, he knew better than to expect an honest answer.Â
âWell, Iâm happy youâre here,â Sweet nudged him. âI mean⌠without you here Iâd probably be lonely and just⌠you know, picked on.â Their eyes couldnât pick something to look at, âIâm just happy we have free time together this year.â
âMan,â Capân groaned, âthat was the worst.â
Last summer the two had barely even seen each other outside of the cafeteria or cabin. It made surviving the near-month away from civilization even worse. At least at school, they had each other and no parents to bug them all the time over their âoddâ interests. But here everything they loved was taken or molded into something different by the counselors. They truly only had each other.Â
âDo you think weâll ever be normal?â Capân sighed, idly drawing some designs in the dirt with his hand.
Sweet looked down, âI hope so.â
âDo you think other people will like us one day?â
If Sweet had the guts heâd say âwhy does it matter what other people think? I like you and thatâs all that matters.â But he didnât have guts. He had wires and bolts and whatever else made up their anatomy. This was Sweetâs third year having a crush on his long-time best friend. He played it off well⌠not really. Capân was just super oblivious to other peopleâs advances. Or maybe he did know and was just trying to be polite by not saying anything? Sweet wasnât sure and thatâs what kept him quiet.Â
âI hope so,â he replied. âBut⌠uhm, we have each other, ya know? And thatâs great, right?â He fidgeted with a fallen leaf. âWe make a pretty good team⌠right?â They just wanted to hear their confirmation.
Capân nodded, âyeah, we do.â He smiled, âyour right, we have each other. Thatâs what matters.â
Sweet felt his face heat up.
âThatâs what matters.â
âSorry I got all emo there, what about your groups?â
Sweet was thankful for the change in topic as he pulled out his notebook with pictures from earlier. Lucky for Sweet, he hadnât been forced into too many activities he absolutely hated. Bird watching was fun, and he almost enjoyed it, sort of like a scavenger hunt. He did not like fishing. He hated touching the worms, he hated the hooks, but most of all he hated his âfishing buddy.â It was some guy who seemed as bored as he was, except like, ten times worse. Sweet would try to talk while they were on the boat, but the guy never responded. The two usually opted into just sitting in silence, never even baiting their hooks. Sweetâs least favorite activity was Wilderness Survival. He had tried to make a fire with sticks once⌠it uh, didnât go well. They put the group into small sections and asked each section to âsurviveâ a few hours. His group asked him to set up the tents. When they came back he had managed to somehow get himself stuck up in the air by his pants on a tent pole. Donât ask how. Even he doesnât know what happened.Â
The only good part was free time. Where they could comfortably be with Capân and just relax. Which he really, really wanted to do. He was so tired of the activities and all the walking around. But there was one good thing about summer camp.
âAt least King isnât here, right?â
Sweet physically felt Capân deflate beside him, âyeah.â He leaned his head back against the wood. âI donât think I could take a whole year of school and summer with that guy.â
Sweet nodded, âMe either.â
The sun rays danced through the tree's leaves, warming their faces just a little bit. It made the already tired Sweet a bit more drowsy. He could barely keep his eye open. The two fell into a comfortable silence, just enjoying the slight breeze that drifted by the trees.Â
Capân didnât even mind when he noticed Sweet had drifted off. He continued to not mind when Sweetâs head fell to his shoulder. It was fine. They were both just a little tired after all. This was nothing more than two best friends taking a little nap together.Â
He didnât mind. Honest!
He didnât even mind the lingering, warm thoughts that entered his brain as his eyes closed.Â
Hours had passed before Capân opened his eyes to complete darkness. âShit! Sweet, Sweet! Wake up, itâs dark!â He tugged on their arm, âwake up! Dude!âÂ
Sweetâs eye opened and he immediately bonked his head against Capânâs. The two rubbed their heads. âAre you okay?â Sweet asked, mainly worried if he broke a piece of the headgear. âI will be when we get out of here,â a hand grabbed his arm. âWe need to get back to camp, Iâ I canâtââ
âNo worries, I think⌠I think I know which way we came.â At least Sweet hoped he did. If they were actually lost then they were goners. Only thing Sweet knew was how to tell a poisonous berry from an edible one. Sweet helped Capân stand as they stumbled their way through the dark, rigid trail.
Capân clung to Sweetâs arm the entire time, leaving no room for distance. âI canât even see anything, man.â
âDo you want to stay back and I can go look for help? I think weâre like⌠a mile out from camp? I wouldnât beââ
âNO! No!â Capânâs grip tightened. âI donât like the dark,â he whimpered. âPlease, donât leave me,â his grip on Sweetâs wrist tightened.Â
âOkay, okay,â Sweet turned around, âIâm not going anywhere.â
When Capân said he didnât like the dark, he really meant it. Any small movement or sound made him jump and pull Sweet closer. It made it awfully hard for the pair to walk with how close they were on the narrow trail. The speaker would mention that it was taking them longer to get back because of this if he wasnât enjoying the closeness so much. Theyâd gone about an hour in one direction when Sweet stopped.Â
âI think we went the wrong way,â he looked down at the trail. They shouldâve been back by now.
âPlease donât tell me that,â Capân whimpered.
âYeah, I think we need to turn around,â Sweet mumbled, âsorry.â
Capân shook behind him, âoâ okay, just get us back to camp.â He wanted to kick himself for being so useless, acting like such a baby. Sweet must think heâs such a dweeb. He was a rising senior and scared of the dark? This was humiliating. Heâd been scared of the dark ever since he was a kid, he had no explanation, just something he couldnât control. Fears of seeing something that wasnât there or hearing things, they all surrounded him. The only thing keeping him grounded was the hold he had on Sweetâs arm.Â
They walked back, this time a bit quicker until Sweet stopped again. âIâ I donât know where we are, Cap.â
Capânâs entire body stiffened as Sweet turned to face him. He could barely make out their face in front of him. Their hands gently squeezed his shoulders, they felt so close.
âItâs okay, someone will find us, itâll be okay. We have each other, right?âÂ
Capân tried to stay calm. Sweet was right, they had each other. As long as Sweet was with him then everything would be okay. Everything was fine. He closed his eyes, raising a hand over Sweetâs to hold. âYeah, we have each other,â he breathed. As long as Sweet was here, he didnât mind the dark, âwe have eachââ
C R A S H
Capân screamed as Sweet instinctually jumped in front, their grips on each other's hands tightened as Capân cowered behind them.Â
A flashlight turned on and pulled away to reveal their group leader. âYou boys are in so much trouble!â The counselor yelled. âWe were just about to send another search party out! You two are getting points deducted from your team for all this hassle you caused! And another thingâ !â
Capân wished he could pay attention to the yelling of their group leader. But his thoughts were far too preoccupied with how Sweet was gently squeezing his hand back. They stood in front of him despite also being a little shaken from the yelling. Were they trying to comfort him? It didnât matter. He didnât mind the comfort. He found himself taking a step closer, placing both hands on Sweetâs, hoping to offer something back. Slowly, gently, Sweet began to run his thumb on top of Capânâs hand.Â
Heyaaaaa! Wondering if ya still accepting drabble request, if ya arenât thatâs cool! Sending good vibes your way homie! (ŕš>á´<ŕš)
Maybe a little tender moment where Sweetâs hand get hurt and Capân is there to help him bandaged it up (even if Sweet tries to push it off at first)
Then Capân sealed the boo boo with a little kiss on the knuckles skskskksksk
Ofc, ofc!
I'll keep raining down SweetCap moments for u guys! (see what I did there)?
I had so much fun with this one! I love hand holding and anything to do with hands in general when it comes to comfort. You struck me at my core! I hope you enjoy!
Title: Happy Accident
Words: 1,566
(wow I really did get carried away, my b)
Cap'n flopped down on the sofa, eyes closed as he nodded his head to the smooth beat playing through his headphones. He tapped his fingers to the tempo. Cakes was out at the store so it was just him and Sweet holding down the shop. Which meant Sweet worked in the back while he maned the counter. Even though he wasn't near the counter. He didn't worry, Sweet's nagging would get him to move eventually. That or a customer, but business was slow today, so why shouldn't he relax? They got this sofa for people to sit and wait, he's waiting to do something. He's just making sure the money they spent wasn't wasted.
There was a muffled noise coming from his headphones. He stopped bobbing his head. "(Are they busted)?" Cap'n turned the volume down and listened for any odd humming. He didn't hear anything. Must've been his imagination. Volume up, he pretended to be playing the drums as the song continued playing.
He heard muffling again. His eyebrows pinched together, this time he sat up and removed the headphones entirely. "Tch, these are new ones too, what's wrong with 'em?" He was getting ready to open the back and look at the wiring before he heard a pained groan. Cap'n looked up and towards the back of the shop. "Sweet?"
A loud shout and a string of unpleasant words followed.
Definitely Sweet.
Cap'n raced to the workroom, forgetting the headphones. He skidded to a halt at the door, almost sliding past it.
"Sweet? Sweet, are you okay?" He stopped short when his eyes zeroed in on the cube. Sweet was on the floor, cradling a hand in the other. Close by him was a welding torch, lying on the ground.
Cap'n ran to him, sliding to his knees. His hands hovered over the cube, "let me see it." It was a demand.
"I just burned it a little-"
"Let me see it." There was no room for arguing with his tone.
Sweet's defiance wouldn't be tolerated, not when it came to his health. Cap'n repeated himself once more, his hand already on Sweet's wrist. The two were at a stand-still for a moment before Sweet relaxed and let Cap'n inspect the wounded area. He let out an annoyed sigh as Cap'n gently turned his hand over.
"You burned it pretty good, dude."
"It's not that bad, it just hurt like hell."
Cap'n's features shifted, distress evident. Truthfully, it wasn't nearly as bad as what Cap'n was making it out to be. The glove on Sweet's hand was burned through. It looked like the glove had taken the brunt of the damage. Their hand itself was a little tinged and misshaped, nothing that couldn't be fixed quickly. However, that did nothing to help his concern. This might as well be worth an entirely new hand to him. Sweet might be more durable than he was, but that didn't mean they weren't without limits.
Sweet pulled away, âitâs fine, Cap, really. I can handle it myself.â
The cassette player grabbed their wrist, careful to avoid hurting them. âStop being stubborn. Iâm helping you whether you like it or not.â
"You don't have to, it was my mistake. I should've been watching-"
"I know I don't have to, I want to, idiot."
There was a few seconds of silence. The only sound was the steady beats from their chests.
Cap'n sighed when Sweet didn't respond, "I'll get the aid kit. Just- don't move, okay?"
When Cap'n left Sweet looked at their hand for themself. It wasn't that bad, why was Cap'n acting like it was so serious? They looked at their wrist. He had held it with earnest, not meant to be forceful, it was almost desperate. Sweet sighed, what was he going to do now? Knowing Cap'n, he'd insist on closing the shop, lazy. And when Cakes gets back he'd be smothered by it as well. Their chest tightened, they didn't mind being cared for. This was just... embarrassing. He'd never burned himself before. This wouldn't have happened if he had been focused. He wanted to say this was Cap'n's fault, but it was an unfair accusation.
While Sweet had been working, his mind had drifted from the metal pieces in front of him. He wondered how Cap'n was fairing upfront. Maybe he was bored and slacking off again? If he was... they could always go join him, work together at the counter. Which, truthfully, would just mean the two goofing off by themselves. There wasn't much to do in the shop anyway. Yeah, goofing off was okay on a slow day like this. Especially with Cap'n. He just had a way of dragging them from work and letting them relax. Yeah, it would be okay-
And then the burning sensation had struck his hand.
Cap'n walked back in with a small basket of tools and other material. He sat down beside him, took a bottle, and dabbed some of the liquid onto a towel. "Take your glove off. Carefully," Cap'n emphasized. Sweet did as asked, holding back a grimace when it slipped over the burn. Cap'n held a hand out for them. The speaker complied and placed his hand in Cap'n's.
"This might sting a little," Cap'n studied Sweet's face as he placed the towel on Sweet's wound. It caused him to jump, the mechanisms in his arm extended as he fought the urge to push the towel away. "Sorry, sorry," Cap'n moved the towel. "Let me... try something else." Something smoother might be better. Plus they needed to cool the burn to keep it from spreading. This might be a better idea than the disinfectant.
Cap'n took off his own gloves and found a bottle, he poured some of the gel into his palm and took Sweet's hand. "Let me know if this hurts," he mumbled. Slowly, gingerly, he massaged the coolant into the wound. He made sure to not apply too much pressure, just enough to get the job done. He took note of each tiny twitch from Sweet's fingers. The gentle flexing of their palm as the coolant set. Cap'n swallowed, he hoped he wasn't hurting him. He wasn't sure what he'd do if he made his pain worse. Once in a steady groove, the massaging became methodical. Circular to avoid any scrapes, gentle pressure near the center, apply more on the outer area, and don't look up. Don't look up.
He didn't want to meet Sweet's gaze for a few reasons. If it was pained he'd have to stop himself, convinced he wasn't doing something right. He'd watch as Sweet catered to his own wounds. The greater reason was the mental image he had already painted in his head. Sweet looking down at him, his eye zeroed in as he repaired the burned metal. The way they wouldn't be looking at their hand but at him. The thought alone made his hands unsteady. He needed to be focused.
Meanwhile, Sweet wasn't sure how he could feel hurt, seeing how gentle Cap'n was being. He didn't want to admit how it felt comforting to have Cap'n's hands holding his. The gel hadn't stung as bad as the first thing Cap'n had grabbed, and in honesty, maybe that was partly because he wasn't focused on the pain. They closed their eye, only feeling the slightest throbbing from their hand as Cap'n continued.
"Are you okay?" Cap'n asked.
Sweet hummed as a response.
It was relaxing, comforting to feel his hands on his. He was being so attentive, such an odd characteristic of the cassette player. Not that Sweet would complain, this was nice after all.
Like a happy accident.
The massaging stopped and Sweet's eye opened to see Cap'n digging in the box. He pulled out the industrial tape and began wrapping Sweet's hand.
"I don't think you should be in the shop for a while."
He was probably right. What use would he be with a hand he could barely bend?
"Fine, are we done?"
A smirk made its way to Cap'n's lips, "not quite yet. Gotta add the final touch."
Capân brought the banaged hand to his lips and kissed the space between his knuckles. "There. All better." He winked.
"C- Cap!" Sweet blushed as he yanked his hand away, which only caused Cap'n to laugh. "What? Doctor's prescription, gotta seal it with a kiss," he shrugged. Sweet rolled his eye and held his hand to his chest. "Y- You just like seeing me flustered!"
Cap'n shrugged, "maybe? But say-la-v, ya know?"
"Say-la-what?"
"That's life, maybe you'll figure it out or you won't."
"You mean... c'est la vie?"
"What did I say?"
Cap'n had finished putting everything back in the box. "You probably shouldn't wear a glove on that hand, by the way. But I'll get you an old one just in case." He stood up with the box in hand, "try not to think about me while I'm gone," he made a kissy-face.
"As if!" Sweet shouted as he disappeared from the entryway.
With Cap'n gone, momentarily at least, Sweet looked at his hand. The wrapping wasn't too tight or too loose. It seemed to allow for as much mobility as Sweet would normally want. Disregarding the odd stiffness. They placed their thumb over the space, repeating the motion Cap'n had been doing earlier. Maybe he should have accidents more often?