hot chocolate and thrift shopping

december 10 - ponytail

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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it's not worth it. it's not worth it. it's not worth it.

foolish had agreed to the stupid run because he wanted to spend more time with punz, but they've hardly spoken once since their initial meeting.

and his lungs are on fire.

he is a fit guy, don't get that wrong, but punz is something different. even though he is able to keep up fine, the freezing winter morning air feels like it is burning his throat on every inhale and he wants absolutely nothing more than to be back in his warm bed.

he feels like they've been running for hours, which is ridiculous because the route they chose only takes 40 minutes- so why does he feel like days have slipped by?

he tries not to think. to push away all his thoughts. to just let his legs carry him. to focus his attention on the blonde who, much to the excitement of foolish's crush, ties his hair into a little mini ponytail when he runs.

foolish thinks that it is, for sure, the cutest thing he has ever seen, and he allows himself to dream absentmindedly about it until he realises that punz is slowing down, and looks up to see the café just ahead of them.

he slows to a stop alongside the blond.

both of their breathing is laboured and quick, and foolish attempts to hold his breath so that he can hear how punz's own slips through the gap between his soft lips.

punz pulls out the key to the building. "that was so fun," he chirps excitedly, "i didn't realise how much fun it would be running with someone else."

well, there goes foolish's plan to drop out.

"i don't know how you do that every morning," he says light-heartedly.

"you get used to it pretty quick," punz laughs, both of them heading inside. "plus, you literally did so well, like, i didn't have to change my peace for you at all. i'm very impressed," he compliments.

foolish swoons.

he impressed punz.

"thanks."

the pair make their way quickly through to the back room, punz flipping on the heater, and foolish's heart breaks a little as punz brings his hands up to untie his hair before running his fingers through it and messing it up.

"i like your hair tied up," foolish says before he can stop himself.

punz laughs lightly. "thanks, yours is probably long enough to tie up, to be fair."

foolish shrugs. "i've never tried it," he admits.

"here, let me do it for you."

"what?" foolish's eyes widen, brows pinching together. "wh- like, time my hair up?"

"yeah," punz nods, smiling almost excitedly, "come here."