[DISCONTINUED] The only one I see • Tomboo/Allium duo

Chapter 6

Tommy POV:
I woke up alone, the memories of yesterday coming back to me. I'm really glad Ranboo took me out, and cuddled with me. I rubbed my eyes, noticing the slight breakfast-y smell in the air. This man really is perfect. I walked downstairs, still in my clothes from yesterday but I didn't really care. They were mostly comfortable anyway, and I was still in Ranboo's hoodie. God, it's fucking comfortable. I've never really bought myself a lot of comfy stuff like this, but I love it. Anyway, I immediately saw Ranboo in my kitchen, working on breakfast for me. Well, the both of us, but it felt great to have someone.. do something nice for me? I never realized how sad my life is. Is sad really the best word? Well, being abused and then abandoned is pretty bad, so sad is the best word my tired brain can think of. I stumbled a little on my walk to the kitchen, trying to see what Ranboo was making. Wait, are those pancakes? I love pancakes! Sometimes i'm a little picky, especially with breakfast food, but pancakes are one of the only breakfast things I'll eat. They're absolutely fucking delicious. One of the best foods in the entire world, really.

Ranboo POV: (tall man pov go brrr)
I look over my shoulder to see Tommy, still warm and comfortable in my sweatshirt. Hell, he can keep it if he wants. I wouldn't even mind, he looks so adorable in it. I gave his head a little kiss, scratching just behind his ear after. That's always been what Tom loved. Little scratches behind his ear were one of his favorite things. Well, only by me, really. If anyone else does it he just gets weirded out by them. But with me, he's completely different.

"Good morning, bun! These are almost done, so go sit down and i'll bring them over, okay?" I spoke softly and quietly, just because Tommy was waking up still. I read somewhere that bunny-hybrids need a little more sleep, and take longer to fully wake up in the morning, so that's what I let him do. He gave a small little nod, going to sit over at the table. I put a few pancakes on one plate, grabbing two more for me and Tommy. That way, he could just grab as many as he wanted without having to ask me for more. I set them down on the table, getting a cup for Tommy and looking in his fridge for whatever morning drink I could find. He really only had orange juice, so I poured him some and brought it over. I just assumed he liked it, since it was basically the only drink in his fridge. He bounced a little in his chair when he saw it, so he clearly was happy with the drink choice. I sat down next to him, playing with his hair a little. God, is he cute. I just kind of mindlessly played with his hair, lost in the fluffy feeling it provided. Tommy started to eat, and that's when I realized I should probably start too. So I stopped playing with Tom's hair, getting started on my own pancakes. They were pretty good, I guess. I've always been okay at making food, but i'm no 5 star chef. Though Tommy seemed to think that I was. He was smiling the entire time he ate, and I was happy to see that he ate two and a half. He struggled with food, that much was clear to anyone, so it was good to see him eating a decent amount. I wasn't gonna monitor him or anything, just nudge him in the right direction sometimes. It'd ruin our relationship if I forced him to eat or something, but i'd continue to make him food, and take him out for dinner more. Whenever I could, at least. I really just want Tommy to be happy, more than anything. But he only weighs ninety pounds, that's super fucking unhealthy. Honestly, I would rather die than see Tommy unhappy ever again. Especially because of me. Call it dramatic, but he means everything to me. I know we just started dating, but i'd do anything for him. I was apparently too wrapped up in thought, because Tom tapped my shoulder and asked "Are you feeling okay, Ran?" to which I just gave a little nod, finishing off the pancake I was eating. I picked him up from his seat after, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. He was fucking adorable, there was no other way to put it.

Tommy POV:
I was a little surprised when Ranboo picked me up, but I still wrapped my legs around his waist, then put my arms around his neck. It was easy for him to pick me up, since he's two feet taller and I don't weigh that much, especially to him. Ran could probably lift a car, well, that's an exaggeration but he's still damn strong. He was just carrying me around a bit, and I loved being cared for. It felt so nice to me. To just be loved, to have someone who loved me for who I was, not just my body or something like that. So many people have used me for my body, it's hard to think about sometimes. But Ranboo actually loves me! He made breakfast for me, took me out yesterday, let me borrow his sweatshirt. (That I still haven't taken off because it's comfy.) Something about Ranboo made me feel safe, and I trusted him. Like we were meant to be together, like I was meant to be in his arms. I don't necessarily believe in soulmates, but me and Ran are practically perfect for each other. I really hope he feels the same way. God, I just want to be with him forever. If he ever left me, i'd probably cry for a few months over him. Ranboo leaving me is the worst thing I can ever fucking think of.

A/N
I know it's been a week but I have like, rehearsals nearly every day, and an actual life (unlike most of the writers on here /j) Also, enjoy this fluffy ass chapter cause I have a shit ton of angst planned