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Kick, jump, block, punch, punch!
Your eyes were glued to the screen, trying your best to beat MK in a round of his Monkey Mech game. His character jumped to which you pulled an uppercut and got in a 10-hit combo. The last of his health bar chipped away with each hit until it was nothing and the bold text that read “Winner!” smacked itself in the center of the screen.
A cheer left you as MK groaned from the defeat.
The Monkie Kid fell back on his bed, tossing his controller to the side. A pout clearly on his face from the loss.
You hopped onto his bed, sitting next to him as his body bounced for the brief moment, he quickly sat up after. “You wanna go another round?” you asked him.
“Nah,” he answered, his eyes did glance over you for a moment. “You got any ideas?”
A few things came to mind but you brushed the thoughts aside with a shake of your head.
A hum left the both of you while trying to think of something else to do.
“We can watch a movie or something,” MK thought out loud. “I can grab us some drinks and food too, if you want.”
“Sounds good to me,” you answered.
“Cool, there’s movies on my shelf, I’m fine with anything so pick what you want,” MK told you as he hopped off his bed and went for the door. He popped his head back in the room only a moment after leaving. “Oh yeah, what do you want? Drinks? Popcorn is happening either way.”
“Water’s fine,” you told MK before he left once again, you got off the bed then started scanning his shelf for a movie that you hadn’t seen. You pulled out a black and white case with three older men on it, the title in a bold red with a city on fire right under. It fit well considering that was the title. “This should work,” you mumbled to yourself.
As you went to put the disc in the player, a thin glint of white caught your eye. You turned to see what it was, seeing nothing unusual and about to play it off when you saw it again when turning your head.
Taking a step forward, you saw a thin string of light go from up the ceiling and make its way down. Your eyes trailed down and were soon locked on the tiny spider at the end of the web line. A glare setting as you went to it so MK wouldn’t have to see the dreadful little thing.
Your hands went to capture it, but MK had opened the door with drinks and bags of popcorn in tow. His happy expression showing a hint of confusion before his eyes set on the small arachnid then let out a scream. Your palms slapped and squashed the bug but the damage was done.
MK threw his hands up at the sight, food and drinks flying in the air before crashing back down. He was soaked from the looks of it, a bulls-eye shirt clinging to his skin and his spiky brown hair went down with gravity. (At least the popcorn was still sealed in their paper bags.)
“You okay, MK?” you asked, hands wiping the bug off and rubbing the remains with your pants.
“That’s all of them, right?”
You gave a nod, a smile coming up soon after. “Yeah, but what about you?”
MK’s face seemed to flush as he glanced down to take in the fact he was dripping wet and how his clothes clung and showed more than he was expecting.
“I am so sorry,” he said as he made a dash to the bathroom to dry off.
“It’s fine,” you assured while he went to open the door. “It’s not a bad look on you.”
Your mouth zipped itself shut as your eyes went wide at the statement.
“What?”
“What?”
MK seemed to stare at you with a similar expression, the blush on his face almost matching the bandana wrapped over his forehead.
“It’s nothing,” you muttered, hand rubbing the back of your neck as you looked away. “Just forget about it.”
A terrible silence filled the room, you were certain you could hear the drops of water fall off the delivery boy and onto the wooden floor boards.
“Do you like me?” MK asked a moment after.
“I mean, yeah,” you forced yourself to answer. “What’s not to like? You’re sweet, funny, kind of cute too…”
A sudden burst of courage or self-confidence must have surged through MK as he soon stood in front of you, his hands were holding the sides of your face then pulled toward him. He pressed his lips against yours, you tensed for a moment by the surprise then soon relaxed into his touch.
You broke apart to look at him in shock. “You too?”
“Yeah, I’m actually surprised you said it first and not me,” he admitted, his cheeks still burning as he smiled at you. “You still want to watch that movie?”
“I actually had some other stuff in mind,” you told him in a soft voice before placing a kiss at the corner of his mouth. “If you want that is.”
“We can probably do both,” he answered back.
“Trust me,” you assured him. “There’s a high chance it’s going to take all your attention.”
With that, you brought him to the bed then peppered his face with kisses, the affection only getting more intense as time passed.