[Hank x 2Bdamned] • A Madness Combat Oneshot Book

≈ Before The Madness ≈

IM RLLY BAD AT LOREOR BACKSTORIES OR WHATEBER BUT ILL DO MY BEST!!!
2B GOES BY TOBIAS/TOBY IN THIS STORY BC.... BEFORE THE MADNES....

they were roommates
good roommates
[Third POV]

Tobias woke up from hearing the front door of his house slam closed.
'Hank's home,' he sighed, probably drunk too? For all he knew Hank could've been at a party and went out drunk driving back home afterwards.
Lazily he sat up and slid out of the bed, taking note of the time from his alarm, '5:38,' he repeated in his head, counting the seconds as they passed by.

Toby rested his hand on the door handle that lead from his room to a hallway leading down to the rest of the house.
'A minute has passed, 5:39,' he thought before opening the door.
The medical practitioner dragged himself through the hallway, making a mental note to make some toast and tea if they were still drunk, hopefully hungover, but hoping is useless in a situation where to ur roommates with Hank.

"Heeey.. roomie," Hank slurred out, swaying dangerously side to side. A single tap would probably cause Hank to topple over.
"Christ Hank, get on the couch but sit up, I don't want to clean up puke today." Tobias sighed tiredly at the sight.
'It's already 5:43, I'm too tired for this..,'

The drunken guy had found their way to the couch, slumping on it.
As this happened, Toby walked his way to the kitchen to make some buttered toast and a cup of tea for Hank.
"Tobbyyyy~! Next time y-ya should join me in the bar...," Hank offered, "or was it a party?" They added, kicking their legs back and forth.

"In your dreams." Snapped Tobias
"Pleeeaase? I get so loonelyy~!" Cooed Hank, leaving a sickly sweet aftertaste in their mouth.
"Fine, next time." Toby gave into the man's drunk persisting, recalling the last time he drank.

Tobias slid the plate of toast and the cup of tea to Hank, plopping next to him on the couch.
Hank struggled with eating, hands shaking as they picked up the bread.
"Don't tell me you need help eating-,"
"I need help eating..."

Toby stood up, "Bye."
Hank grabbed the shorter's hand and dragged him back onto the couch with them, keeping him in their arms.
"No." Hank responded.
Toby's face was absolutely red, 'Is this platonic?' Was the first thing that rang through his head.

Tobias felt Hank get comfortable, resting their head on his hair.
"Tired...," muttered the stronger, much taller one. "No shit sherlock," responded Toby, hesitantly patting the one holding him.
Soon Tobias felt Hank's grip loosen ever so slightly as they fell asleep.
'Might as well sleep too, to pass the time..,' he thought, shuffling a little but making sure not to wake Hank up.
Soon, he fell asleep too, in the arms of Hank.

Sadly enough, the lights were still on.
The energy used through the night was definitely in their energy bills that month.