#he was wearing rotom bring boxers during the entirety of dppt

[leggerefiore]

Cyrus could feel something was off the moment he entered the apartment. The lights were still on despite the late hour of the night he had returned home. He quietly closed the door behind him and slipped his shoes off as he headed through the entry hall to find the living room and kitchen lights flicked on. The television echoed some late night talk show. His eyes scanned the room carefully.

The concern and worry that had begun to grip his unfortunately human heart in its hold loosened when he saw you asleep on the couch. You were curled into yourself while gripping a box to your chest. He closed his eyes for a moment. Had you tried to wait up on him again? Foolish. Cyrus would not admit to himself that he felt bad for this.

Kneeling down at your side, he gently shook you awake. You should not sleep in such a position. A whine and groan came from you at first before you shot awake from the slumber that had consumed you. Your attention was instantly on the blue-haired man, who only held a stern expression. You smiled unexpectedly. Cyrus felt confused. Had you missed him that much?

“Cy,” you called out to him and pulled him into a hug. He stood stiffly as you buried your face into his nape. Before he could ask you anything, you pulled away from him and held out the box you had been cradling in your sleep. He took it and felt curious. “I saw something while I was out today and thought you might like it. C'mon, open it!” you encouraged him. He looked around the container.

It seemed like an ordinary box. Something he might like… His brain rushed with thoughts about it being some new machine you thought would catch his interest. Cyrus pulled back the lid and gazed at what was inside. He picked up the plush toy that was inside. A familiar orange shape with purple bolt-like wings coming from its side. A Frost Rotom plush. He squeezed it in his hands.

You watched as his stern expression dropped to something more neutral as he looked over the item. “They had a whole set, but I resisted getting them because I wasn't sure how many you already had in your collection,” you explained, “I knew you didn't have a Frost one because I saw you looking at them the other day.” Cyrus let out a sigh.

You, unfortunately, knew too much about him. It was expected of someone's lover, but it always caught him off-guard. He never wanted anyone to know about his collection of Rotom themed items, much too embarrassed by how it would be perceived and reflect on him. “Thank you,” he replied, “… I… I am also missing Heat Rotom, should you see it, too.” You grinned brightly and nodded. Then, a yawn came from you.

It was quite late. You rubbed your eyes and turned your attention to the bedroom door.

“Let's get to bed then, Cy,” you spoke more sluggishly now, “Your actual Rotom has cuddled up on to your side of the bed and refuses to move because it missed you so much.”

The blue-haired man felt oddly flustered. The both of you drew out too many feelings within him.

The Frost Rotom was carefully added to his ever-growing collection that night.

#cyrus.ima #he was wearing rotom bring boxers during the entirety of dppt