Coffee Love

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Today Ranpo wanted to visit me instead of me coming to visit him. When I was told, all I did was agree then hang up. I had an urge to take a nap. A long nap. My room had become a mess and I didn't think of cleaning it up, despite hating it when it is this dirty. I was just too tired.

"Poe." Ranpo opened the door with a spare key I gave him, "Where are you?" His voice was more subtle than his usual cheery self. I was too tired to respond, so I tried sleeping again. No luck.

Ranpo was down stairs for a long time, what was he doing? I'm being a terrible friend for not welcoming him, oh god, I should get up now.. but my body feels so numb and tired to get up. What was Ranpo even doing? I don't want him to waste his energy on someone who can't even get up and welcome their dearest friend and rival.

I heard footsteps. Should I pretend to be asleep? But he would realise ah- "Poe. Get up! I have something to show youu!" Ranpo pulled on my arms to lift me up, before I fell again on the bed, "I'm a lazy person, Poe, if you stay there, I'll probably join you in bed." He didn't look as serious when the words came out of his mouth.

5 minutes went by.

Now we were next to eachother in my messy bed. "I'm sorry Ranpo, I don't have the energy to get up at the moment..." I sounded sorrowful.

Instead Ranpo turned on his stomach and put his leg over me, "Yeah, yeah, it's fine. I just wanted to show you a pillow fort I made." He yawned, before continuing to lay on me.

I was at loss of words, "Do you want to go and sleep in the pillow fort?" I asked him. Now I feel really bad.

The detective groaned, "Five more minutes here, then we can go," he sounded a little annoyed. Did I perhaps do something wrong? Oh no, it's all my fault..

Ranpo held onto me and slowly lifted his arm and put it on my shoulder. Like how a baby koala cuddles. I could feel my heart thumping, oh no, my illness is back. My throat felt dry, I was having trouble breathing. There were repeated memories playing in my head, this moment felt so good and wrong. I didn't like it, but I wanted to continue it like this.

I don't want to be someone who drags others down.

I feel cursed, my heart is hurting and aching more and more. Why am I like this? He's only cuddling me... I'm being dramatic. Why? This feeling is too new for me. Ranpo cuddled up to me more, I hadn't had a hug like this since my God-father sent me away. It was a disaster in waiting.

"Ranpo, should we go now?"

The detective got up from me, and yawned cutely, "Sure."

The two of us stepped downstairs. I looked to see my house freshly clean. As if I hadn't been suffering before. There were no beer bottles, no scrunched up peices of paper, bo broken glass. "It looked as if you were troubled about last night, right?" Ranpo spoke as I looked around.

I jumped, "Ah! Don't.. don't worry about me Ranpo! Please worry about your own health and not someone who drags you down..." I replied.

We then headed off to the loving room without a word spoken. Inside were blankets placed on two chairs to make a little den and inside were pillows and snacks, "I spent a lot of time on it." Ranpo smiled, "I know I'm lazy a lot of the time because of these things, but this time I actually tried!" He gave himself an applause, I joined.

"You did great Ranpo!" His smile grew bigger. "Let's go in then." We both went inside and passed around the snacks. Ranpo took a pocky and kept it in his mouth.

He started talking, "Youf donth knwos thaf I knwos." He was rambling... I think. I don't know what he was rambling about, but I nodded.

"Ranpo...hmmm... what should we talk about?"

"Welf," he finished the pocky and swallowed, "I have a question."

I smiled, "Yeah? What is it?"

"Why were you drinking so much yesterday?"

He smiled, he got me trapped.