Secrets and Truths

Monday Mishap

Monday rolled around, and well, no one was excited for it. The previous weekend had been one for the books, forever imprinted into the minds of our favorite protagonists.

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Deimos groggily stumbled out of bed upon hearing his alarm. Why the fuck did school require he get up at six in the damn morning? Don't they know he needs his beauty sleep? The audacity.

Slipping into some actual clothes (considering he slept bare naked), he grabbed a quick snack, shoved it in his bag, and plopped onto the couch. Might as well take this time to chill, right?

The tv was switched on; the news channel was the first thing to show up on screen. Something about a serious robbery nearby and some guy threatening to break into the school.

"Boooring.." Deimos groaned, sifting through the channels quickly.

Finally settling on some old cartoon, he stretched out and waited for his second alarm to go off.

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Sanford yawned, downing his morning coffee. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Not like he ever really did, but he was used to it.

He shoved the mug into the sink and went back into his room, grabbing some clothes from the closet and tossing them on along with his signature bandanna. Sighing, he picked up his backpack and shuffled through his stuff to make sure he had everything.

"Where's the fuckin'.. That's at the locker.. Notebook's in class.. Shit, lunch." He mumbled to himself, heading back out to the kitchen.

"Shit, lunch?" He repeated, standing in front of the open cabinet. "Ehh.. Sure, that works."

Two sandwiches were made and put into a lunchbox separately, one for him and one for his dumbass of a boyfriend. Deimos never brought lunch for himself, so Sanford often had to do it, being the kind person he is. Gathering his stuff together, he checked the time.

"No harm in being early." He decided as he walked out the door.

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2B woke up to a face full of black cloth. He drowsily blinked before lifting himself up, using whatever what under him as leverage. Glancing around, he determined this was Hank's bedroom. When they had moved there, he had no idea.

Wait, Hank's room.

Hank was there.

Doc's gaze fixed on the mass of dark clothing beneath him. He squinted, finding difficulty in deciphering whether what he was on was actually Hank or just their clothes.

The grunt heard as Doc dropped his weight told him the answer.

"Morning." 2B smirked, his hands resting on either side of Hank's exposed face. They let out a content hum in return, nuzzling into one of Doc's hands while one of theirs held the other.

"We gotta get up, it's Monday." Doc sighed, sliding off of Hank's figure and standing. He pressed a quick kiss to their forehead before pulling his hands away entirely. Hank whined in protest.

Doc let out a quiet laugh, locating his glasses on the nearest nightstand. The world soon returned to its red tint as he rested them on his nose bridge. He exited the room, leaving Hank to lay sprawled out on the bed.

They huffed, having been ready since the previous night. Hell, it was only 6:13. They had so much time that could've been spent cuddling, but no, school had to exist. Why? No clue.

Reluctantly leaving the bed, Hank trudged to the couch waiting for the man to get ready so they could relax again.

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