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SMG4 had come to a realisation. This was made clear as he sat in the game room, sharing a couch and blanket with SMG3. They were both bored, deciding to put on some shit movies to make fun of. They would tug at the blanket, arguing over who deserved it more, until inevitability scooting closer to cover both of them. The warmth was overwhelming. Four was burning at the slight touch of the other’s shoulder against his, his heart attempting to break out of his chest.
“You’re sweaty, idiot,” Three commented, nudging the man as he complained. SMG4 would usually combat the claim, but he was starting to feel dizzy. He decided to slip out of the warmth, giving him a moment to breathe. Huffing, he attempted to come up with a reason for why he was practically burning alive. This only happened when he was near Three, and he hated the implications that came with that. SMG3 started to stare, taking notice of the mess Four was becoming. “Oi, you good, dude?”
“Can you turn off the TV? Er… Please?” he faced the ground, but his gaze was stuck on the other meme guardian. His stomach turned. SMG4 had to bite his lips to keep everything from spilling out. Three raised a brow, rolling his eyes but complying. He grabbed the remote and the screen flickered off, the only light now coming from the window.
“Seriously, what’s up? I mean, not that I care or anything, but you’re ruining the mood.”
Four was always amused by Three’s attempts to hide that he truly cared for the other. He giggled, turning to face the man finally. His eyes reluctantly landed on ones of a red hue. His chest strained. “Tell me if this is weird, first off. For this one moment, I will allow you to knock some sense into me if this ends up being… too much.”
SMG3’s gaze softened, sighing. “I don’t really understand what you’re saying, but you’re making me nervous, man.”
“Ah, sorry! I promise I’m okay, I’m just thinking too much. Sorry,” he brought his hand to his nape and scratched it. This was unplanned, and he wasn’t quite sure how to phrase anything. The more he thought about it, the more the words got jumbled. SMG4 cleared his throat, swallowing right after. “Three, apologies in advance if anything I say past this point sounds cheesy or anything. I’ve never really thought about this until just one second ago and I could be completely misinterpreting these feelings but I’m sick of pretending that my heart doesn’t yearn for this. SMG3, I yearn for you. Even though I don’t want to, even though I’m scared of what this may do to us and my channel, I undoubtedly want this more than I should.
“Don’t ask me when this started, because I have little idea myself. All I know is that I need you and I feel like something is missing when you aren’t with me. The bickering is addicting, your voice is soothing, and your ugly face pulls me in. I think I love you, and I don’t want to love anyone else.”
Three’s face terrified Four. His pupils were dilated, mouth ajar. Wrinkles appeared between his eyebrows, tears at the corner of his eyes. “You got to be joking with me, right? Tell me you are, Four, because this is a fucked up joke.”
He knew he shouldn’t have done it. He quickly shot up, wiping at his eyes as he spun around, speeding toward the door. SMG4 forced a smile onto his face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you. Let’s just forget about this, okay?” He then paused, feeling a hand gripping onto his. He refused to turn around, not wanting to face the other man.
“But. If you aren’t joking,” Three sighed. He took a moment to think of what to say, furrowing his brows. “I’m scared too, Four. I had convinced myself that these feelings were simply another thing to bottle up. And it is hard trying to face them, but now you’ve made me. With you by my side, I… suppose it won’t be as hard. I’m willing to help explore these feelings with you, you baka…”
SMG4’s forced grin then turned into a soft, coy one, flipping around and immediately pulling Three into a hug. He began to sob into the man’s shoulder, to Three’s annoyance. However, he couldn’t help but find it endearing, rubbing his back.
“You’ve always been such a baby, Four…”
“Your baby?”
“... Mine.”