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It’s three in the morning. The room is rather silent, aside from the click of your fingers against the keyboard of your laptop. You’re working on a school project. You tended to stay up for days on end doing things, so why not get a project done while you’re awake?
You’re sitting comfortably on the couch in your living room, a travel mug of cold water beside you. The atmosphere is cozy, despite how dark the room is. Only the dim light from your laptop illuminates the scene.
Your fingers freeze when you suddenly hear footsteps. And with the flick of a light switch, the room fills itself with yellow light. You squint your eyes for a moment as they adjust, looking up to see who had turned on the lights.
Mondo is standing beside the light switch, his arms crossed. You know he typically doesn’t like it when you stayed up for so long, so you sigh.
He calls out your name, firstly. His tone is firm and you can sense the slight anger lacing it.
“Mondo.” you respond, unsure of what else you could really say.
“How long ‘ave you been up?” Mondo asks you. He looks tired.
“Umm…” you purse your lips. It’s been about three days now. That would probably make Mondo disappointed in you, but you can’t bring yourself to lie to his dumb handsome face. You sigh. “Three days.”
“What?!” yep, Mondo sounds disappointed, but also kind of surprised. Letting out a sigh of his own, he saunters over to you, placing his hand behind your laptop.
He gently pushes down, allowing the laptop to close. Your eyes flicker up at him. You’re confused. He pulls the laptop from your grasp and sets it on the coffee table, never once breaking eye contact with you. Then, to your surprise, he wraps his firm, strong arms around your torso, lifting you up. You let out a small gasp of surprise, but don’t struggle against him. Why would you? Being carried by him feels nice, honestly.
He quietly walks off, carrying you into the bedroom you both share. He then quite literally drops you onto the soft bed, proceeding to lay beside you. Before you could even ask any questions, his warm arms are around you again and you’re being pulled closer to him. Your head rests against his chest. It relaxes you, and very clearly relaxes him as well.
“Mondo?” your voice is barely above that of a whisper.
“Sleep.” is all he says. His voice is deep and soft. It soothes you.
Before you could even argue, he presses his chapped lips to your forehead. He litters a few kisses across your forehead and cheek, all relatively soft. Your face grows pink with blush. Pressing your lips to his cheek, Mondo’s face begins to match the shade of pink yours has. You let out a quiet giggle, your lips curling into a smile. You feel tired. Maybe sleeping for a while wouldn’t be so bad?
You let your eyes close. All you can feel is the warmth of Mondo, his arms still protectively wrapped around you.
“I love you.” is the last thing you say to him for the night.
And after a few moments of silence…
“I love you, too.”
You both fall asleep with smiles on your faces.