𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜

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"I've missed being with you, even if I can't feel heat anymore, it's so warm with you here..." you snuggle up next to Hank for the first time in months, you were about to cry again. He silently rubbed your back with firmness and love, he was definitely a man of actions, not words. His protective hold on you makes your first sleep in months a comforting one indeed.

The next day

"What else do we need from the market Hank? I know we needed something...I just can't remember what..." you rub your chin as you both stand infront of the fruit stand at your local market, frustrated.
"I thought you wrote it down." Hank's infamous monotone voice was back again after so long of being a passionate whisper, ironic isn't it.
"You're the one cooking...just think of something to put on it?!" With a punch to his arm, you grin at Hank before walking in the opposite direction, sightseeing.

Later

"We were missing garlic powder, can we go now Love? This place is getting too crowded for my liking." Hank trailed behind you with a weary expression on his face, contradicting your curious one.
"Hold on, there's something going on over here. Can we check it out?" You give him a convincing look with a cheeky smile, pointing to a gathering group of people ahead of you both. With a groan, Hank nods and grabs ahold of your hand, dragging his feet.
"Ooh! Look Hank! A festival is coming to town~! Can we go? Please? Pretty pleeeeeease?"

With puppy dog eyes Y/n's face goes back to that cheeky grin, harboring Hank almost completely vulnerable in the middle of the bustling street. Your red faced lover nodded and pulled you over to the surplus number of flyers with the festivals advertisement, taking one and quickly turning around, not wanting to stay there any longer.

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"What even is that thing?" Another skeptical look came from him, pulling your attention away from the pan full of vegetables.
"Oh, it's supposed to be a firework festival, I don't really know what those are but that's why I want to go~!" His hands press on your waist and he leaned to inspect your cooking, his mask on still.
"Can you smell that?" His eyes look to yours and a sight nod could be seen. With a sigh, you remove his face coverings and set them on the island behind you, his eyes widen, from you or the food you wonder.
"It smells good, is it done yet?" Small, simple words come from his pressed together lips, with a chuckle you shake your head and grab a green bell pepper from the pan with a fork, blowing on it and feeding it to him.
"Not yet, when we're done eating we can go okay?" He nods and lets go of you, heading off somewhere to let you continue cooking.

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"Hank! Sanford! Food's done~!" You cup your mouth and yell for the boys, their bowls already made, but only Hank walked out.
"Hey~! Where's Sanford? Is he asleep?" Beginning to walk towards the hallways, you sigh and cross your arms peering into his room. He was laying down with his arm over his face, visibly sweaty.
"Woah, hey Sanford, are you okay?" Rushing over to him you remove his arm and put the back of your hand on his forehead, he was hot to the touch.
"Oh...Do you want something to eat or drink?" A negative hum comes from him, a distressed look on his face.

Not knowing what to do, you lock his door and walk out to let him sleep. Hank was already eating in the couch, legs crossed in a kid like manner, when he notices you, he hums and pats the space next to him.
"Sanford's sick, I let him sleep so try not to be loud..." You marvel at such a good of a job you did cooking, it almost brought a tear to your eye, Hank half nodded, like something was on his mind.
"Why would we be loud? Are you implying something?" He smirks to himself and looks over at you, who was in pure confusion.
"No I'm not...HANK!!" You finally relize and punch his arm, blood rushing to your cheeks, pleasing your significant other. A puff of air comes through his nose with a tiny smile on his face while you embarrassingly stuff more food in your mouth.
"We still have a festival to go to..." he gets up and walks over to the kitchen, washing his bowl while looking over his shoulder at you.
"Oh yeah I completely forgot about that...and I'm the one who wanted to go to it...!"

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