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The cold winter wind made till shiver and tremble while he walked to school. Usually, he’d try to seem a bit more tough by not wearing a jacket and simply enduring the cold. But that was impossible on such a cold day. Yet, stubborn as he was, he decided to head out in his usual attire ; a black t-shirt, which loosely hung off his left shoulder and had the human ribs painted onto it, a black and white striped arm warmer (only on one arm, cause that looks cooler.), a mesh glove on the other arm and some ripped, black jeans. And a bunch of accessories so he didn’t look as "empty".
Walking into the school building, till relished the warmth for a few seconds. The goosebumps which had build up all over his body retreated. Yet as the minutes passed, he couldn’t help but notice the unusual peace. It seemed…quiet, almost. He shrugged it off for now, deciding he could enjoy his peaceful day.
The first class was terrible. Till thought he’d enjoy some quiet and peace, but instead of feeling at peace, he felt lonely. Weirdly lonely. That’s when it clicked - Ivan was missing. The same Ivan who pestered till constantly, always teased him and was always near him. He wasn’t there. And as much as till hated to admit it, it worried him. Why would he possibly not be at school? And even worse, till actually felt lonely because some stupid jock wasn’t pestering him.
When the class finally ended, till rushed to find Sua. Sua and Ivan were siblings - she must know why her own brother wasn’t in school. He found her relatively quick, seeing her walking with mizi. His heart aches for just a second, the sight of them walking together serving as a stark reminder that mizi‘s heart would always belong to Sua. But he didn’t have much time to sulk today. With a deep breath, he approached the two girls.
"S-Sua!" Till yelled after the black haired girl, stopping her in her tracks. He cleared his throat, feeling his face heat up. "Uh- Ivan is- he’s- I uhm-" he stumbled over his words, embarrassing himself in the process. He could feel sua’s impatience radiating off of her. "Why is Ivan not in school today?“ he finally managed to spit out.
Sua looked the boy up and down for a few moments - before sighing. "He’s sick. Caught the flu on Saturday, and now he’s been feeing unwell." She carefully explained.
Mizi chimed in, a cheerful grin on her face. "Why? Do you miss him?" Her tone was so genuinely nice, till couldn’t help but think she was actually asking and not teasing. But obviously he still shook his head, not wanting to admit he did actually miss him. Neither to mizi nor to himself.
But as the school day passed, till‘s worry and concern for Ivan increased. He could only imagine him, laying In bed like a sick Victorian child. The thought was really amusing actually - but nevertheless worrying. So, when school was over, till made a decision.
He felt so stupid standing at the door of this giant house. This thing had atleast 3 stories. It looked huge - no wonder Sua and Ivan always looked perfect. With a trembling finger (partly because of the cold) he rang the doorbell. He watched someone open the door, slightly hoping it was Ivan. It was only their housekeeper - of course they had a housekeeper.
"Hello…! M-may i- may I see Ivan.?" Till managed to stammer out these few words, feeling even more embarrassed as the housekeeper scanned him up and down. She eventually nodded, letting till in. Till took off his shoes (which earned him a weird glare from the housekeeper) and made his way up the stairs. Now - which room was Ivan‘s…? He walked along the hall, stopping at the 3rd door on the left. He couldn’t explain it, but it just gave him Ivan vibes. Carefully and slowly, he opened the door.
There he saw him. The usual cocky, strong, jock idiot laying on his bed like he had the plague. Till stepped in, closing the door behind him. Ivan turned around, his face immediately lightening up once he saw till. Ivan weakly and lightly spoke, clearly glad to see till. "Till…! Did you come to take care of lil‘ old me…?"
Till sat down on Ivan’s bed, shaking his head. As much as he wanted to shoot a sassy reply, he decided to give the idiot some mercy. Since he was sick and all. Till carefully placed a hand on Ivan’s forehead, feeling him burn up. He quickly pulled his hand away. Till could see the devious expression on the bigger boy‘s face. Till was scared of what was coming now. Before he could try and get up, Ivan pulled him down under the covers. Till tried to protest, but it was no use. Ivan’s grip was surprisingly tight for the fact he was sick. But Ivan wasn’t done yet - his fever was clouding his judgment too much. "I’m so glad you’re here till. I was really suffering…all alone, without my favorite person to bother."
Something about that sentence made till‘s entire body heat up. Favorite person? Glad he was here? Till didn’t know why, but he wanted more of this affection from Ivan. The same affection he usually pushed away was now one he seeked. Yet before till could speak up, Ivan shocked him once more. He started planting soft, gentle kisses along till‘s jaw, down to his neck right above his collarbone. Till was suprised - to say the least. But something about this felt good…he wanted this to continue. Right now, he only wanted to stay in Ivan’s arms. Which was weird, since he usually rejected Ivan’s advances.
Till subconsciously buried himself deeper in Ivan’s arms, just enough to not hear Ivan’s quiet whispers of affection. The ones that said how much he loved him, how glad he was till had come here.
Eventually, ivan‘s eyes fell shut. Till scanned the black haired guy‘s face, before planting a soft kiss on his cheek and closing his eyes himself. Seems like he was gonna stay the night.