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Sitting at the table, Silver runs his fingers around the rim of his coffee mug. Round, and round, over and over, dipping his fingers into the room temperature beverage every few circles, licking the coffee off his fingertips. Sighing, he drops his head onto the table, abandoning the coffee mug.
He glances at the wall, gaze raking over the photos trailing up it. Ever since Gold had forced his way into his life, he’d insisted on taking photos to memorialize their friendship; now displaying those same photos. Putting most of the pictures up mere days after they moved in, claiming it livened up the apartment.
Each photo had been taken sometime over the past seven years. The picnic they’d had with their senior dexholders only a few months after becoming dexholders themselves. A picture of them at the battle frontier with their (at the time) new juniors. The time they’d had a sleepover at Red’s place, gathering around his TV to play some party game.
Silver chuckles at that photo, remembering how heated the night had gotten. Green, Red, Gold and Sapphire had gotten extremely competitive over the game, and the night had ended with Sapphire breaking one of the remotes, almost fist fighting Green. Yellow had to step in, mitigating the fight before it could escalate further.
Dozens of other photos littered the wall, a couple others with all the dexholders together, the rest being of him and Gold. Most of those photos were from when they were younger, Gold having insisted on taking pictures every time they did something new together. First sleepover? Have to take a photo. First party? Photo time. Silver had scoffed at his insistence in the past, not seeing any reason for the excessive picture taking. But now he enjoyed looking back at the memories. If he studied the photos for long enough he could see the point in time at which he began opening up to Gold, letting the obnoxious boy become someone he enjoyed being around; even if he’d never admit that to Gold.
A loud bang resonates from the other end of the apartment. Listening closely, Silver can hear Gold cursing as he stumbles down the hall. Hearing him come into the room before he sees him, loud footsteps giving him away.
“You walk loud. I could hear you from here.” He addresses Gold, picking up his mug to take another drink, scrunching his nose in disgust as cold coffee floods his taste buds.
Gold stares at him, tired confusion painting his face. “I do it so I don’t startle you.” He opens the fridge, rummaging through the inside contents. “In case you don’t remember, the last, and only, time I snuck up on you, you freaking martial arts-judo threw me to the ground. Almost dislocated my shoulder.”
“Oh. Right. Sorry about that.” He drops his head back to the table, mentally kicking himself at the memory.
It was Halloween, when they were thirteen, the first year Silver had done anything for the holiday. Gold had invited him over, stating that they needed to spend the night watching scary movies and eating way too much candy to ‘honor tradition.’ During one of the movies, Gold had gotten up to get more snacks, or so he claimed, leaving the movie running. Due to the noise of the movie, he hadn’t heard Gold sneaking up on him. When he was grabbed from behind, his training kicked in and he threw Gold to the ground, perceiving him as a threat.
He had apologized more times than he could remember. But after ensuring nothing was broken, Gold had shrugged him off, saying that he should have known better. Still feeling guilty, he kept trying to make it up to Gold for the remainder of the night.
“Dude, I already told you. It was my fault, I should’ve known not to sneak up on you.” Gold strolls over, lightly whacking him over the head with a spatula. “Stop overthinking it.” Then leans down, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.
A light blush dusts his cheeks as Gold wanders back into the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients to make breakfast. He hums a song as he does so, dancing around the kitchen. When they lock eyes, Gold smiles at him, gesturing for him to come dance.
Shaking his head, he quickly turns his gaze to the window. He hears Gold sigh, but when he glances back over, he still has a smile on his face. Lyrics to a song Silver didn’t know ring through the room as Gold begins to sing.
Staring at Gold as he cooks, Silver can tell he’s not fully awake, rubbing at his eyes with one hand, interrupting his singing with a loud yawn. His jet black hair falls into his face, voluminous despite sticking out in all angles, messy from just waking up. Golden eyes sparkle as he gets to the chorus of the song, belting out the lyrics.
Shirtless, his chest is on display, Silver’s eyes gaze over his body, lingering on the scars proudly on display. That’s one thing he’s always admired about Gold, he’s not afraid to show his body, even if he’s showing scars and imperfections. On some late nights, he lets Silver trace the marks. Telling the stories of his scars as he trails over each one.
He has always hid his body behind loose clothing and long sleeves, not wanting others to see the scars. If people saw, they would ask questions. Questions Silver didn’t want to answer. Questions he didn’t want to think about. Only very recently had he let Gold see the blemishes covering his body.
That night, they had laid in bed together. Due to the summer heat, he wore nothing but underwear and a T-shirt, trusting Gold to not ask questions. When Gold had reached over, gently tracing a frostbite scar on his arm, he turned to meet his gaze, noticing the questioning look in Gold’s eyes. After some thought, he’d let Gold examine the marks, curiousness clear on his face.
Though Silver had no stories he felt comfortable telling, Gold didn’t force him to talk, instead spending all night mapping out each visible scar. He made gentle comments, going on about how cool they were, even when Silver disagreed. When Silver had pulled away, overwhelmed with how long he’d let Gold see the marks he usually showed no one, Gold hadn’t chased. Letting Silver quietly cover himself with the blankets, murmuring a soft “Thank you for showing me,” to the ceiling. Afterwards lying in a comfortable silence until they fell asleep.
Gold begins dancing dramatically, using his spatula as a microphone. Spinning around, he catches Silver staring, winking and gesturing once more for him to come dance. He shakes his head again as blush covers his cheeks, dropping his gaze to the table. Gold shrugs, turning to the stove, singing fading out to a melodic hum. He throws a glance over his shoulder, locking eyes with Silver. Giving a small smile, his eyes soften, making Silver’s heart flutter.
The first time that happened, Silver had called Blue in a panic, thinking it was a serious problem. She had squealed in excitement, stating that he had a crush. Explaining that the ‘tight feeling in his chest’ was not in fact, an issue, and it was a sign that he was in love with Gold. He had brushed her off, arguing that he just liked Gold as a friend. And maybe she was right, but she didn’t need to know that.
“Have you eaten breakfast?” Gold’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts.
“Huh? Uh, no. I haven’t.” He’d skipped grabbing food when he got up, making coffee instead.
“Yeah, I figured.” A plate is set down in front of him, a slice of toast and some scrambled eggs.
“Oh. Thank you.” He can’t help but smile looking at the food. A light layer of jam was spread over the toast, and the eggs were drizzled with syrup. Just the way he liked it.
“Here.” Gold holds a fork out, twiddling it between his fingers.
Reaching out, he grabs the handle, brushing Gold’s hand in the process. Silver flinches, pulling his hand back, fingers hot from the contact. The fork drops to the table, clanging unceremoniously. He glances down to avoid eye contact, his face heating up.
Gold laughs softly, clearly not wanting him to hear. When he glances up, his hand is over his face, muffling his laughter. The corners of his mouth upturn slightly as his eyes squeeze shut.
“Sorry.” Silver mumbles, snatching the discarded fork.
“No. Dude. Sorry. That wasn’t even that funny. Just.” Gold takes a deep breath, trying to calm his laughter. “Why’d you get so flustered?”
Exhaling sharply, he bites his lip. He’s needed to confess for a while now. Guess this is as good a moment as any.
“We…” He hesitates, unsure if he should say anything. Once he starts speaking, he knows Gold won’t let him drop the conversation, pestering him until he talks. Taking a deep breath, he mentally prepares himself, knowing the conversation needed to happen. “We need… to… to talk.”
Gold’s smile drops immediately, concern appearing in his eyes. “Why? Is everything okay?” Reaching out, Gold tries to grab his hands. He pulls away, setting his hands in his lap so Gold doesn’t see his nervous fidgeting.
“I’m sorry if this ruins our friendship,” He watches as Gold grows more concerned, brows furrowed in confusion. “But, I… I like you. A lot.”
“Silv, what-” Gold begins, confusion fading from his face.
“I would like to go on a date… with you.” Silver cuts him off, trying to get out what he wanted to say before Gold started talking.
“Silv, listen-” Gold attempts to speak again, his smile returning.
“I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but Blue told me that you did and maybe I shouldn’t have listened to her. But I was hoping she was right.” He finishes, taking a breath.
Glancing up, he expects to see Gold looking mad, sad, or even disappointed. What he wasn’t expecting was to see him smiling brightly, holding back laughter.
“Dude. We’ve been dating for like, five months now. Of course I like you.” He chuckles, brushing his unruly hair out of his face. “I thought you were about to break up with me or something.”
He stares dumbfounded at Gold. “We… we aren’t dating.” He manages to stammer out, squinting his eyes at him.
“Yeah, we are.”
“No.” That’s all he manages to say, mind reeling from what Gold was implying.
Gold’s smile grows wider. “Oh? Why aren’t we?”
“Because… because I would know if we were.” He protested, waving his hand in the air.
Gold breaks into laughter, dropping his head to the tables as he gasps for breath.
“Why are you laughing? Do you not… do you not like me?” He questions, voice deflating as he shrinks back in his chair.
“No. No, no, no. Silv,” He attempts to reach out once more, barely grazing Silver’s arms across the table. “I’m laughing at how dense you are. I’m telling you, we’ve been dating for months now.”
“No we haven’t.”
“We went on a date just last week.” Gold points his fork at him, raising an eyebrow.
“That was just an outing. Going out to dinner as friends. You said we were going because daycare business had picked up.” He reasons, thinking of the restaurant they visited.
“It was a top tier restaurant, the number one date spot in the city. And yeah, the daycare got busy and I had some extra money, so I wanted to treat my boyfriend to a nice, fancy dinner.” Gold explained, giving a lopsided smile. “Also, you’ve been sleeping in my bed for months, that’s dating behavior.”
While Gold was right, he thought sleeping together in a relationship involved… intimate stuff. They weren’t doing any of that, so it wasn’t ‘dating behavior’ as Gold put it. “I thought you let me cause it helped me sleep.”
“Well, yes, but I also like sleeping next to you.” Pausing, Gold takes a bite of his eggs. “You look adorable when you’re asleep.” He speaks through a mouthful of food.
Silver doesn’t respond, choosing to turn to his food, stuffing the toast into his mouth. Turning away from Gold, he gazes back out the window, refusing to look at him.
“Also! We have made out on several occasions before.” Gold adds, putting emphasis on the word ‘several’.
“I-I thought it was platonic!” He stammers, dropping his head onto the table, hiding behind his arms.
“How do you make out with someone platonically?” Laughing, Gold chokes slightly on his food, coughing into his hand.
“I… don’t…know.”
After composing himself, Gold stares at Silver, his amusement and mischievous smile fading.
“Hey.” Gold’s voice is soft, quiet, almost afraid. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed anything. We should have talked about this earlier. It’s just… with the dates, and-”
Silver shakes his head, motioning for Gold to stop. “No, You’re right, I should have picked up the clues. I mean, it would be hard to platonically make out with someone.” He shoots a smile at Gold, letting out a breath of relief when joy sparks in his eyes.
Gold laughs, almost choking again. “Yeah, that would be pretty hard.” He smiles back at Silver, his eyes softening. “So we’re good?”
“Yeah, we’re good.”
They sit in silence for a moment, enjoying eachothers company as they finish their breakfast.
"But if you really want to go on a date with me." Gold breaks the silence, pulling out his phone. "I miiiight be able to make that happen." Tapping on his phone, he makes noncommittal hums, a look of pure concentration on his face. "How does… next Tuesday sound? At that sushi place you really like?"
Silver laughs quietly, amused at Gold's exaggeration. "That sounds lovely."
"It's a date then." Gold nods, setting his phone down with a smile.
He smiles back. "It's a date."