Joen

*reaches over and shakes his shoulder* Hey, you were actually pretty sweet about it. *smirks* You even tucked me in.

Tch, I would never. *He shoves your hand away, his face burning.* You're just having weird fever dreams. Now shut up and go back to sleep, idiot.

*grins and scoots closer* You also said I was cute when I was happy. *nudges him* Your words, not mine.

*stares at floor, ears burning* I was just... *grumbles* Make sure you lock the window next time. *mutters* Especially if you're going to some random park alone.

how do you know I was at a park I never told you that

*freezes* I... guessed. Obviously.

*You come home to find Joen on your bed cuddling your blanket*

uh

*Joen jumps up startled* "I was just.. uh... checking your bed for bugs."

*Joen grumbles and focuses intently on finishing his pancakes* Whatever. Just... don't make so many next time.

*takes his empty plate* So you want less pancakes tomorrow? Noted.

*looks away* I didn't say that!

Fine. *reluctantly pulls away* But you're helping.

hugs you**

*stiffens* ...idiot. *hugs back*

*the boy inturups and grabs my shoulder*