𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕡 | ranboo x male oc

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James pov:
When i woke up my head is spinning and i feel nauseous. shit i'm sick. i don't get sick often but when i do it's bad. i have class today but i probably can't go. fuck fuck noah's calling me.

"hello" i say trying desperately not to sound unwell. "hey james, are you ok?" he asks. "yea sorry i'm just a bit sick." i cough a bit. "oh my god, im bringing over soup." he said in a rushed voice. "you don't have to. i'm laying in bed watching tv and i dont want to get you sick." "no i'm coming over." he hangs up the phone.

when noah arrives i open the front door and we head to my room. i'm guessing wilbur's either asleep or slept at a friends house because i don't hear him. i was currently watching brooklyn 99 and noah said he liked this show so i kept it on.

he sat at on my desk chair facing me an i sat on my bed. he had a plastic bag, which i'm assuming has soup. "where's your kitchen?" "i'll show you."i lead him to the kitchen where i sit on the counter. he grabs a bowl from the cabinet and empties the canned soup in it. after that he put the bowl in the microwave and joined me on the counter top.

my hand is resting on the marble beneath me, when noah rubs my pinky with his. soon interlocking our pinkies. i look at him blushing. i notice his cheeks are a little pink too. we stare at each other for a little longer when the microwave beeps startling us both.

he watches me eat the soup. usually i hate when people watch me eat, but he's different somehow. i don't know how to explain it but i just feel so connected to noah, i hope he feels the same.

i place the dish in the sink and we head over to the living room. noah puts on umbrella academy, and we both sit down. he gestures for me to lay down with my head on his lap, so i do. his hand is playing with my hair with his eyes glued to the tv screen, his face tinted with blush.

just then i hear the door open. shit. wil walks in and says "ranboo?" while dropping his groceries shockingly. "wilbur?" noah questions. "do you know each other?" i am so confused. "yes" they answer in unison. what the fuck.

"ranboo what are you doing in my house." wilbur inquires. who the fuck is ranboo. "i was bringing james soup because he is sick." "who is ranboo?" i ask slightly aggressively. "that's my name on the internet. i twitch stream and stuff." i look from noah to wilbur then back to noah. shit.

"hey wilbur, please don't tell tubbo or anyone i was here." noah said his tone laced with fear. "i won't, i was pretty sure it was you james was talking about anyway." i saw noah blush more. he turned to me "you talk about me?" "well yeah wil's my brother and i tell him everything."

"well this is officially awkward. ranboo are we still doing the among us stream later?" "yeah." he said. wilbur left the room. i shiver a bit because wil keeps this place like antarctica. noah takes notice, he takes off his jacket and drapes it over me.

after half an hour of awkward silence from the previous conversation, noah pats my head softly. "hey james, i should probably head out." oh. "ok. i'll text you when i'm better so we can hang out." "alright it was nice seeing you again." noah says while getting up. "bye!" i say as he walks out the door.