More Than Enemies [Slow Updates]

14

Tommy and Ranboo had gone back home, neither wanting to stay at the park after what had happened. Asher had obviously agreed and said he was going to stay with Tubbo.

Tommy and Ranboo now sat in the living room on separate chairs on opposite ends of the room. A movie was on, but Ranboo wasn't paying attention to it. He was on his phone, messaging his ex:

I can't believe that 
happened in broad daylight.
And no one even seemed 
to care?

No.
 They all just walked by
 like nothing was happening
 out of the usual.
Which may be a good 
thing afterwards 
because I beat 
the shit out 
of that guy.

Good on you. 
He deserved it after that.
But did Tubbo's partner
 not do anything?

I think he tried, 
but he isn't from here, 
He was stunned.
maybe they don't have to 
deal with this crap 
over there. 

I mean, that's fair
I would have been too
Is Tubbo okay?

I'm not sure.
I'm going to wait
until tomorrow tho
I don't want to open
that back up today.

Yeah that's probably
for the best.

Ranboo sighed, locking the screen of his phone. 

While, yes, Bill was his ex, the Brit still knew more about him than anyone else. The two of them ended on okay terms and were still good friends. However, for the first few months after their breakup, Ranboo kept craving his attention. He wasn't as bad now, but he still found himself wanting to be hugged by him when he hit a low spot. Maybe just a hug from anyone to be honest.

Ranboo glanced at his current human fixation, who was sitting in the chair with his legs over one arm and his head laying in the other one.

Tommy hadn't said a word to him since Ranboo brushed him off, and that was over two hours ago. Ranboo felt bad for how he had reacted, and knew he should apologize, but he still couldn't shake the anger and he wanted to talk to Tommy when he was level headed.

Ranboo knew how to calm down, but he didn't really want to just ditch Tommy like that. So he dug his nails into the armrest of the sofa and clenched his jaw so tight his ears were ringing. But it didn't satisfy.

"Gah. Screw this." Ranboo snarled after the fury just kept building.

He stormed out of the room and into the equipment room full of weights and treadmills. But the thing Ranboo was there for was at the back of the room. 

He didn't even bother wrapping his hands, and ignored the gloves hanging up nearby. 

He punched the sand-filled bag as hard as he could, hoping if he broke his hand the pain would distract him. He punched it again and again and again. 

He was still so enraged that time became a blur. He kept beating it, numb to the pain in his fists, numb to the stitch in his side, and numb to the boy who had entered the room a few minutes ago.

Ranboo huffed, finally growing tired. He threw one last punch, his burning hands refusing to do anymore. He dropped his stance and sighed, feeling better. Well, emotionally that was. Physically he was in pain.

Ranboo looked down at his trembling hands. They were bloody and bruised, and his knuckles were skinned raw. 

He balled his hands into fists and put them at his sides. He needed to clean up then see what Tommy was doing. He should've at least told the guy where he was going, but he was blindsided by his need to take his stress out.