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tuesday
17:35
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the cold didn't ease up on your way back home. you shivered with every step you took. the ground was coated with snow; the place looked like something in a snowglobe. at almost every crosswalk, you had to stop and wait for the light to change, allowing you to spend more precious time in the freezing cold.

bokuto watched as you shook beneath the harsh touch of the wind. on a whim, he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. your face burned up, his warmth surrounded you like a blanket. it was like cozying up near the fireplace with a cup of hot cocoa. that would've been nice.

you then remembered what was going on. you barely knew this kid; you two had no business hugging each other in the snow. after a fruitless effort to escape his grasp, bokuto's hand pressed your head back into his chest.

"stay. you're shivering," he insisted. he was right; your body wouldn't stay still in this cold. his head rested on top of yours and his hands rubbed your back. you crossed your arms and begrudgingly accepted his embrace. just as you started getting comfortable, his arms fell off of you.

"light changed," he explained when you gave him a confused look. you huffed and followed him across the street. you trailed behind him, watching him walk. the way he puffed his chest out like he was having the best day ever. how could anyone be so peppy at a time like this?

"it's this block, right?" the boy said, pointing to the street up ahead. you were still grumbling about how warm he must be as you shivered. why couldn't you have come so prepared? you wouldn't be here if you had.

it was hard for your violently shivering to go unnoticed. again, he pulled you backΒ  to him. you frowned, feeling your heart flutter in your chest as he held you close. for a moment you closed your eyes,

"you know we could do this inside too? might be a bit warmer."

you scoffed and slipped away from him. right, you're going home. you stomped away, ignoring his distant laugh as he ran to catch you. less than a few seconds had him by your side again. he patted your head and smiled.

Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  "i can hug you some other time you know," he said pointedly. you ignored him and continued to walk in silence. getting home was your only priority.

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you stood on your doorstep, ringing the doorbell impatiently. you didn't have the heart to find your keys. the door swung open much later than you wished it would. you were

"oh, a friend! come in, come in!" you stepped inside, leaving your shoes near the door. bokuto immediately struck up a conversation with your mom, explaining that you might be sick. you stomped to your bedroom.

"soup or tea, honey?" she called to you from the kitchen.

"soup," you shouted before retreating to your room. you slipped out of your clothes, throwing aside the boy's hat and changing into warm sweats. you turned on some music to distract yourself from the conversation your mom was having with your "friend". you hid underneath your blankets and curled up into a ball.

you could hear the two laughing about something in the kitchen. how unfortunate. your mom probably already liked him, which meant she'd constantly bug you about inviting him over again. you had absolutely no plans on doing so, which would make it even more of a pain in the ass.

a knock broke you out of your internal rant.

"hey hey hey. can i come in?"

"fuck off."

"is that a yes i hear?"

"go away."

"coming in now!"

he slid your door open, holding a steaming bowl of soup in his hand. you pulled the covers farther over your head, groaning at his tenacity. you could smell the delicious aromas of your favorite soup wafting around your room.

"i brought you soup," he said in his usual cheerful tone. you shuffled under the covers, ignoring him. he was quiet for a moment, until he said, "if you don't want it, can i have it?"

"no."

"then take it."

"go away."

"i'll leave when you finish eating."

"not hungry."

"fine then. i'll just sit here."

your back-and-forth ended with bokuto setting the soup on your nightstand and sitting down on your floor. the two of you fell silent, your music serving as mere background noise.

only a minute passed before curiosity got the best of you. was he seriously just going to sit there? you slowly lowered the covers to look at the boy. he just sat cross-legged on his phone. your eyes met and you quickly hid beneath your sheets again. he laughed at you. "at this rate we'll be having a sleepover."

"if i eat, you'll leave me alone?" you asked, voice muffled by the blankets. he hummed in agreement and you slowly sat up underneath your sheets. you snatched the bowl from your nightstand, glaring at the stubborn boy sitting beside your bed.

you shoveled down the soup as fast as you could without making a mess. you felt a lot better with a bit of food in your stomach. you were still congested though, and your sneezes came just as often. there was no way you'd be able to go to school tomorrow. you didn't necessarily want to, but it'd mess up your schedule. the thought of school reminded you of the essay bokuto had prevented you from finishing.

you slid out from under your covers and sat up, scanning your room. your bookbag was nowhere in sight, which meant it was in the living room. you knew well enough that you should be in bed right now, but that essay needed to be done by tonight or you'd have to add that to the work you had tomorrow; not ideal.

you crawled off your bed in hopes of reaching the door without interference, but you had no luck. bokuto had his hand around your wrist before you could reach for the door.

"stay in bed."

you struggled in his grasp, failing to pull your hand away. you whined, asking him to let you go, but he didn't bother to listen.

"fine. if you won't let me leave then why don't you get me something?" you huffed. he looked up at you.

"depends. what do you need?" he asked.

"my bookbag."

"what do you need from your bag?"

"just get me the bag."

"tell me what you need from it."

"my laptop?"

"yeah, no."

"why?"

"you're gonna start working again and you need to relax."

"not having my work done is what's keeping me from relaxing!"

"just do it tomorrow."

"that'd just be another stressor to ruin the day."

"a what?"

you groaned. bickering with him was the most draining thing ever. yet somehow, every time he'd get his way. trying to get what you wanted from him would take more energy than finishing that paper you had to write.

"let go. i want to lay down," you mumbled, almost collapsing under the weight of your head.

"you sure?" he asked. you slapped his arm and trudged as far to your bed as you could with bokuto holding onto you.

"fine." he let go and you fell face-first onto the mattress. he laughed at you and you just flipped him off and crawled under your covers.

"can you leave? i'm gonna sleep now."

"do i have to?"

"leave."

"alright, alright."

all you heard before dozing off was bokuto's light footsteps, a quiet "goodnight", and the click of your door.





goodnight, dummy.


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