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If there was anything closer to heaven and comfort it would be the sight of seeing your own partner mold into your warm embrace under a duvet. And to Medkit, he was no different with Hyperlaser.
The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of their nightlight. Well, it wasn't really a nightlight, but a rare (and ugly) geode they both found in the snowy plains of Blackrock. At first Medkit wanted to laugh at how peculiar it looked — a blue geode shaped like an odd cat isn’t something you’d come across often. However, remembering how Hyperlaser smiled so contentedly at the (ugly) rock made him realize that Hyperlaser wasn’t as stern as what he was portrayed as back in Blackrock.
They look like winter, but treat you like spring. Medkit thought to himself, smiling at Hyperlaser sleeping soundly.
Outside, the wind pressed lightly against the windows of their hotel in Crossroads. But here, there was only the slow rhythm of breathing, the warmth enclosed between them, and Hyperlaser’s soft snoring.
Gosh… He really needs to stop thinking and get up.
Medkit sat up and shifted to the edge of the bed, careful not to wake Hyperlaser, but unfortunately woke up Princess who was sleeping at one of the corners of their bed. He gave Princess a sheepish smile before standing up to take a big gulp of warm water. Occasionally, he turned to steal glances to ensure that Hyperlaser was still asleep.
“You’re staring, Medkit,” Hyperlaser mumbled grogily, not even bothering to open his eyes.
“Oh, well, I think you’ve mistaken me,” Medkit replied. It was painfully obvious that he was lying due to how his voice tightened up.
“Did not.” Hyperlaser denied, finally opening his eyes to take a breathful glance at Medkit as he rested his upper body on his elbow to get a better look.
“I wasn’t staring.”
“Oh really?”
Oh god. This was so childish of Medkit to stubbornly deny such actions. Though, there was something about how he felt no barrier that forced him to act professional whenever he’s accompanied by Hyperlaser. Something about having the want to always tag along and do god knows whatever they want and end up talking nonstop. Something about it felt like a fleeting experience of childhood romance.
Why does his heart throb so much when Hyperlaser reaches out to hold hands even though he’s made physical contact with him for healing? Why does he always have the stupid urge to just stare at him regardless of what he wears or does? Oh, Medkit definitely feels like a lovestruck teen Inphernal who would go through so much hassle just to have a quick conversation with their crush at lunch.
Oh, what a loser of him to be at the feeling of love and intimacy.
Never in his 40+ years of living has he ever overwhelmed himself because of something so stupid.
“Medkit?’ Questioned Hyperlaser, cutting through the haze of Medkit’s puzzled thoughts. In response, Medkit placed his glass of water down and turned to face Hyperlaser who was now laughing at him.
“Whats so funny?”
“Don’t worry about feeling flustered. It’s fine to feel however you want and I'll always love you no matter what.”
Hyper.
That’s not helping!
Medkit wants to cry.