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The entire time him and sharpness had been teaming, he got so touchy around him. Random hugs from behind and constant hand holding- he didn't mind it really, it was nice to have short doses of reassurance every now and then. What wasn't nice was how he noticed how sharpness didn't do that around or towards anyone else. That simple fact made a weird feeling rise up in his chest, and so he quickly tried to shove it down.
Training with sharpness felt literally like actual torture sometimes, because no matter how hard he tried he couldn't hide how flustered everything made him, Taking his hands and guiding them across a weapon- or how gentle he was whenever he accidently cut him or gave him a bruise. Sometimes, as embarrassing as it was, he would lose on purpose just to have him correct everything he does wrong. He wasn't sure if sharpness was deliberately making him embarrassed to make fun of him in some way, but he honestly wouldn't mind if he was. He liked the attention. In his eyes, everything was completely fine. Until sharpness decided it would be a good idea to team with some random losers that needed him to save them every time they started a useless fight. He actually hated them so much, that he tried to kill them anonymously multiple times when they started teaming, but it got more risky when sharpness started helping them. He almost felt guilty, but it was overshadowed by the need for even the smallest bit of attention.
It made him mad just thinking about it, despite how exhausted he was. He was surprised at himself by how he conjured up enough strength to feel anything, considering he hadnt really eaten anything in who knows how long. His brain blocked like everything out. He pulled down on a lever, opening a redstone door into the new base they made after the last one got blown up by his clumsy teammates. It was actually the first time seeing it, being honest he had no idea what to expect.
The rest of the base wasn't that bad, one of the other members was a builder so it was sorta decent.
Sharpness came up too close for comfort behind him, which he didn't even realize until sharpness put the most dreadful hand on his shoulder.
“Okay- this is our room right.”
“Yeah why”
“Sharpness, there's only one bed.”
“oh yeah the builder did that ^_^”
“Uh-huh.”
Wemmbu had to take a second to remind himself everything he felt was completely in his head and sharpness didn't feel anything he felt towards sharpness. He almost felt the urge to make sharpness hate him to prove something to himself.
The more he thought about sharpness the more crazy he wanted to go for him. Maybe he already was,
Okay. No more mindless banter about his temporary crush. If sharpness wasn't saying anything about it neither would he. this was all fine- maybe sharpness would figure the problem out without him having to talk about it, not that there really *was* a problem. He attempted to discreetly look over at sharpness, without him noticing, but he was already gone. Wemmbu lightly rubbed the place where his hand was, missing the touch.
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Wemmbu sighed and sat down against the edge of the bed, slowly dropping to the floor. His clothes hung disgustingly tight to his skin and he was baffled at how much self control he had not to rip it off. The base was unusually quiet, teammates not gone but off in their own little world just like he was. Only his world right now was not the world he should be in, his week-old scars should be healed but with how little he's been eating and how much he's been moving around they still sting just the slightest bit to be uncomfortable. He barely noticed it before but the painful throbbing in his head became unbearably obvious, tilting his head back onto the bed didn't help. If sharpness saw him like this who knows what he would think, how come his mind always drifts back to sharpness? Of all people? And now that he thinks about it, sharpness has seen him in this state many times. Yet he chooses not to confront him about it- it's kind of great. But not knowing what he's thinking is actual torture. He's seen the slight glances from the doorway without making a noise- and how whenever wemmbu sleeves go up during training or a battle sharpness shoots him an invisible glance, it's not like he doesn't know, but why does he have to be so avoidant? He's not complaining- not at all! He would actually rather die than have to tell his mentor why he cut himself because of him. He’d take the chance to avoid that no matter what, he can't really tell what sharpness would think. If he would feel guilty, angry, or nothing at all- but he doesn't really want to know. And he's fine with that.
Delicately rolling up his sleeves just barely to reminisce at the deeper ones just hanging above his wrist- careful not to drag his white sleeve fabric on the newer ones. The hallway light made the blade in his pocket shine disgustingly as the door opened and sharpness walked in without a care in the world, wemmbu quickly rolled his sleeves down, not like it would make a difference as his wrists were on full view for a good 4 seconds as he was registering in his mind sharpness just walked in- he always tends to react a little slower whenever it's sharpness. But sharpness doesn't care about his scars no matter how old or new they are- or it seems, he pretends not to notice if it means escaping a little longer.
No words need to be said as sharpness flops down onto the just slightly smaller than average *one bed* in the room their teammates built for them with a sigh. His armor clanked on the floor, when did he take that off? Was wemmbu too busy in his mind to focus on the world in front of him?
There was silence for a bit,
Before sharpness decided to ruin the moment with confrontation.
“Wemmbu,”
“Yeah?”
“you know I know right?”
“yeah”
Sharpness got up and sat on the edge of the bed, above wemmbu, who was still on the floor. Curled up not really touching his knees to his chest, but pretty close. He tensed with the silence growing more tense, it made the throbbing in his head just a little worse and almost brought back that suffocating feeling in his throat he thought he couldn't feel again, Maybe sharpness felt that way too.
The previously unbearable silence turned a little bit more comfy- instead of tension in the air it was understanding. It's never really had been like this before with sharpness- This was okay. He felt okay. Then he realized it's always been okay, He's always been okay. With sharpness- of course.
Then sharpness had to ruin it the lovely tension by gently placing a hand on his head and ruffling his hair a little bit.
“You don't have to reassure me every two seconds, I'm fine on my own.”
“Yeah, but you like it right? You don't need to answer that. I know you do.”
He paused for a moment, then the touch went away and sharpness got up. Waving goodbye to him at the door. This wasn't a surprise- maybe they knew each other a little better than he thought.