He Flusters You Part 2
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Part 1
Part two will include Warrior, Four and Wild.
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Warrior
It was a normal day. The sun was bright, the boys were loud and you had managed to find a nice corner where you could watch all the chaos unfold while not being a part of it.
You were trying to get all your snacks out while you saw Twilight attempt to wrestle Wild into what you would only be able to call submission. It was interesting, seeing all the ways Wild tried to play dirty and gain the upper hand.
He was still losing.
You laughed and snorted and chortled and it was nice.
And then Warrior blocked your vision. “Having fun?”
You looked up at him, ignoring how the sun bounced off of his hair in just the perfect way. You coughed and looked away. You calmed yourself down. “Yeah, they’re funny. And it’s a beautiful day.”
Warrior sits next to you and hums. “Are you waiting for Wild to win?”
“It’s never going to happen.” You snicker before remembering yourself. “It’s just that he would need to-”
“You have a nice laugh.” Warrior says suddenly.
Your teeth click with the speed you closed your mouth. “Aha- Well... you see...”
“I like it.” Warrior looks back to the group. “You don’t laugh very often.”
You blush spreads across your face and you can’t bare to even see his figure in your peripheral vision. Next thing you know your hands are on your face and you head is in between your knees. Your shame was great.
“What?” Warrior says, like his words aren’t going to play through your head for the rest of the week. “What’s wrong are you hurt?”
Something pokes your side and you bite your lip in an attempt to keep the damming sound from leaving your mouth. “Ye-yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it... I got... dizzy. Yeah dizzy. It’ll go away soon, I’m sure.”
Warrior is not convinced. “That’s... not good or normal. Let me see.”
“N-no.” You move away.
He pokes your side again.
The sound nearly leaves you.
Warrior pauses. “Are you...”
“I’m fine. I’m fine! Totally fine!” You laugh it off and unfurl yourself to finally look at him realizing that your fluster is not worth this secret of yours getting out.
Warrior raises an eyebrow. “Are you...” A sinister grin stretches over his face. “Ticklish?”
You pale considerably and it’s all the answer he needs.
He attacks.
“Noo!!! Nonononono!! Link! Link! Have mercy!” You scream but you put yourself too far away for the others to reach you. You’re on your own.
At least Warrior got to hear you laugh again.
Four
You were trying to get some reading done.
Key word: Trying.
The boys were being more rambunctious than usual and you were close to letting it get on your last nerve. You swore you’ve read the same paragraph at least five times because you kept getting distracted.
Wild and Wind crashed into the tree you were resting against and ended up shaking the entire thing. Leaves fell around you and on top of you and your book.
You sighed and closed the book, getting up from your spot. This was getting you nowhere.
Standing up and walking away, you didn’t look back. Finding a secluded place was harder than you wanted it to be. The boys had spread out across the immediate area and no one was inclined to roam very far away from the camp.
You found a small alcove and pointedly sat down. You were vaguely aware of Four’s presence (you could see his shadow) but elected to ignore him.
He looked your way and you waved, opening your book and sitting away from him. It was quieter, thank god, and there was little people around you. Finally. Some peace.
Until Four’s chuckles reach your ears.
You try to ignore him but you can also feel his stare. You want to control yourself and you don’t want to acknowledge your twitching eye. “What’s up Four?”
“Did the Champion do your hair today?” He says with restrained laughter.
You blink and look up again from your book. You take a breath and turn your head towards Four. “What?”
Four doesn’t respond with words. He laughs a bit more and points to your head. You raise your hand to where his is and welp.... that doesn’t belong there. You take out a leaf from your hair.
Four snorts and gets up from where he is. “Hold on, there’s more.”
“Wild and Wind had to shake the tree.” You mutter and freeze when Four gently begins to card his fingers through your hair, getting out the tangles and extra leaves that you would have kept in your hair otherwise.
“Oh wow..” Four’s voice drops. “You’re hair is really soft.”
You face explodes with color and warmth. “....Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He says softly.
You think he gets them all but you’re no longer focused on anything other than the way he tenderly fixes your hair.
“That should do it.” He steps back and you’re almost disappointed that it’s over so soon.
You nod and run your hand through your hair, trying to see if there was anything left. There wasn’t.
You book has been completely forgotten. You’re thrown off of your groove and you can’t look him in the eye.
You think you just realized a new weakness of yours. This is going to either be great or the start of your downfall.
Wild
You had simply walked into the room.
That was your crime.
Wild smiled your way and you knew you were in for your punishment.
“Oh wow-” He had said, with malicious intent. “That color looks great on you. It really makes your eyes pop.”
Instant kill.
You stumbled over your own feet and blushed all the way down to your chest. Still... you had tried to play it off. “You think so?”
“Yeah!” He had said so earnestly, that you had to believe to he has nothing but genuine. He suddenly got excited and grabbed your arm. “Come with me for a second!”
You couldn’t even fight back. This was not in the script! You weren’t prepared for this! There was nothing you could think of that would get you out of this situation without making it worse for yourself or without hurting Wild’s feelings.
Wild brings you by the window and has you sit down on the bookshelf. You’re confused but you do as he says.
Wild looks beyond excited and you have no idea what he’s doing. Next thing you know he’s putting a potted plant next to you and adjusting the flowers it face so that they frame your face and he moves some of the tables nick nacks away and oh- He gets out his sheikah slate.
Wild starts looking through it, looking for the right angle. You can hear the little sound it makes, telling you that he’s taken your picture.
“Look off into the distance.” Wild says. “Pretend I’m not here.”
“Wild this is ridiculous.” You bite your lip, no longer trying to to fight your blush down.
“Shush, let this happen.” He says and you can hear another snap.
“No look at me.”
You do.
“Smile.”
You... have trouble smiling as brightly as you’re sure he’d like you to. It comes out small and shy. You look up from your eye lashes.
The camera shutters.
Wild slowly pulls the screen down from his face. “...Oh...”
You gulp and wiggle your fingers for the sake of moving. “What is it? Did it come out bad?”
“You’re beautiful.”
“LINK!”
Part 3
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DAY THREE…
… I have a headache that’s verging on migraine, but listen, I finished.
***
Horobi didn’t know why he had entered the hospital in the first place. It wasn’t that the Ark had expressly forbade him to do so, but had made no secret of her disapproval—there was no point, no purpose to his presence. There was no goal, no benefit, especially not considering how much security he had to evade to get in. And yet…
Vulcan looked… Different in the bed, hooked up to all the different machines, then when he was blustering and shouting. For all he had a large personality, it had been obvious how physically small he was the moment Horobi had laid eyes on him. The human was just so… Odd, how so much… Something fit into so small a body. His gaze seemed to find it’s way to Fuwa Isamu whenever possible, scrutinising every aspect of his being—the way his dark eyes lit up from his emotions, the way his mole would disappear whenever he wrinkled his eyes, how he puffed himself up, turned a whole spectrum of colours, the way his curls were permanently messy. Horobi found himself memorising the human without knowing when he had started, sometimes his hand would twitch forward of its own accord, reaching out towards something he didn’t understand. He’d be working on the Ark’s plan, or attending Jin, when the incomprehensible question of what Vulcan’s hair or skin would feel like would appear unbidden in his mind.
And now this—he’d been on the hospital ground before he realised what he was doing. He should have turned back, but there was something about the pull Fuwa Isamu exerted over him that offered no escape. Once he was within range, he had get there. He had to… Had to… Had to see.
Apparently, though, that was all he had to do. Upon arriving in Vulcan’s room all he could do was… Stare. The human was completely helpless, kept unconscious by at least one of the machines he was hooked up to, but… Horobi experienced no inclination to finish what he had started. But… There was another sensation, one fat too complicated for him to parse out. It felt like… A little like the way his body reacted to looking at Jin, both when he was happy and when he was hurt, all mixed together, but… Different. Different how he didn’t know, but… Different. Fuwa Isamu looked so… Soft. Fragile. Inviting.
His hand connected with the human’s hair before he realised he had raised it, fingertips skirting over the curls. Once he’d done it, he couldn’t move away, one hand aimlessly combing through Fuwa Isamu’s hair, brushing away from his forehead. There was no purpose to his actions, it did not benefit the Ark in any way, but… He could not seem to make himself stop.
Then his knuckles lightly grazed the skin—in the same amount of time it took him to register the usual warmth and softness, thoughts and images flashed through his mind, uncontrolled and unprompted. Though many were clear, the spectrum was so large that he could not even begin to draw a conclusion—things that were beyond any experience he could ever remember happening, to things that were so… Similar to the data of the Ark that he…
He pulled his hand back, pressing it to his side. Where those his own thoughts? He thought so little that it was hard to tell, but… The things he’d seen himself doing… The impulses…
The air in the room changed, growing colder despite the fact that there was no change in temperature and Vulcan’s body temperature remained the same. All of a sudden, he couldn’t stand to be in the place—the pressure, the uncertainty, the chill… It all pushed him away as much as Fuwa Isamu pulled him in. For a moment, the two conflicting forces threatened to pull him apart—until a familiar presence stepped in, quelling all discord.
It was the Ark’s will that pulled him out of the room and back toward Daybreak, the sun peaking over the horizon to reveal just how long he had stood thoughtlessly in Vulcan’s hospital room, staring at him. There would be pain for this, that much he knew—punishment he naturally deserved for leaving his post on such a needless outing—especially since there was still a mysterious, electrifying sensations running through the hand he had touched Vulcan’s hair with, the pictures still etched into his mind, equal parts confusing, destabilising, interesting, and alluring.
It would need to be a long punishment to make him forget this.
***
Bc I’m predictable.
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