Sandwich Making (Self insert x Arven)

[3] In The Morning

I woke up sometime in the morning, snuggled into my bed. Although, it was a lot warmer and-

I opened my eyes, and was immediately face-to-face with a sleeping Arven. "Kkhhh!" I suppressed my exclamation to not wake him up. At the exact same moment, I realized in my sleep I had wrapped my arms around Arven, snuggling him like a plushie.

"Eep-!" I tried to detangle myself from him, but whenever I moved even a little bit, he murmured grumpily.

So I didn't. I stayed there, still half asleep, and waited for Arven to wake up.

His face was peaceful, for the first time in the couple months I've known him. Do I wake him up, or do I just sit here?

I chose the latter option, choosing to sit there longer.

After a few minutes passed, the quiet was interrupted by one of my Pokeballs bursting open. My Dragonite, Azalea. Her head brushed the ceiling, and when her wings were fully extended, they almost touched either end of my dorm.

"Grrrooowwrrrr!" she scooped me up and out of the bed with her powerful arms. "Rrrroooorrrrr...!" she hugged me, sitting down on the floor.

"Azzy! Stop it!" I laughed. I tried pushing her away from me, but her grip was strong.

Arven yawned. He'd obviously been jostled awake by Azalea's need for affection, because he sounded disgruntled. "What time is it..?"

In my position, I couldn't check. "Uh, hey Rotom? What time is it?"

My Rotom phone flew out of my backpack and hovered in front of me. "It izzz 8:30am, zzrt!"

"That answers my question. Uh, do you need help, Z?"

I shook my head. I freed one of my arms and gently bopped Azalea on the nose. "Lemme go! I need to get ready for school!"

Azalea protested, but let me go. "Rawwwrr!" she plopped down on the floor. She glanced curiously at Arven, as if she didn't realize he was there.

Arven flopped down on the bed, and then sat up immediately. "Wait, why am I on the bed? I said I'd sleep on the floor!"

My face went red, but I just shrugged. "You fell asleep first, so I let you have the bed."

"But I thought you- uh.. Never mind." he ran his fingers through his hair, wincing when it caught in it. "Do you have a brush?"

I ruffled my own hair, shrugging with an apologetic smile. "I haven't needed a brush for a couple years now." I said. "If you need help with your hair, Lemon is pretty good with styling and whatnot."

Arven shook his head. "No, I don't need any help. I can pick up some stuff from my dorm."

A part of me didn't want Arven to leave. "I know I said I didn't have one, but I'm sure I can find a brush you could use?"

Arven chuckled. "You really want me to stay, huh?" Before I could stammer out an explanation, he waved his hand. "Don't worry- it's quite nice to have some company."

I exhaled, relieved that he didn't ask any questions. "Cool. You sure you don't want Lemon to do your hair?"

He looked like he was about to say no, but then shrugged. "If she can do a good job, I don't mind."

I beamed, excited to show off how cool and helpful my starter was. I let her out of her Pokeball, and- again- she threw some of her mystery glitter into the air. "Pffftt- Lemon! Cut that out!"

"Nyahhww~" she purred, giving me a sly sneer.

I shook my head. "Lemon, do you mind doing Arven's hair?"

She had a look of stubbornness. "I'll make you some of my signature Galarian curry."

This made Lemon brighten up, and she immediately ushered Arven to the countertop in the kitchen- These dorms are incredibly tiny, I thought- and she got to work.

"I didn't know your Pokemon were so.. Helpful!" Arven said, keeping still for Lemon. "I mean, mine are too- Mabosstiff especially," his voice wavered slightly, but he kept going. "but not to this degree!"

I laughed, sitting across from him. "All my Pokemon have learned to help me with my life. They know that the more help they give, the better I can function, and I can help them be the best they can be. It's a continuous cycle."

Arven nodded, earning himself an annoyed hiss from Lemon. "I've noticed how strong they are whenever we fight Titans- and all the way back when we first met. Remember how you wiped the floor with me?"

I giggled. "I could still wipe the floor with you, dummy." I declared.

"You probably could.. But you wouldn't. I'm way too handsome and polite." he gave me his most charming smile.

My face heated slightly, but I just grinned back at him. "Polite? You're sassy, at the very least."

He gasped in mock indignation. "I'm shocked and offended you think so little of me."

I stuck out my tongue at him. Before we could continue our back-and-forth conversation, Lemon promptly smacked Arven in the back of his head. "Ow- hey, what the heck?" Lemon stuck her tongue out at him, and strutted over to me.

I looked at what Lemon had done, and stifled a gasp. She'd done a very simple hair brush and tied his hair up, but I wasn't prepared for how he looked with his hair up. The hair tied up in the ponytail was very poofy and stuck out. A strand of dark gray hair fell over his eye, so his eye was still covered.

"Arven, you look.." I stopped myself from saying much else, for fear of giving away how much more in love with him I was.

"I look weird, don't I?"

"No! No. You look.. Really nice." my voice squeaked out on the last couple of words, but he didn't seem to notice.

"I usually only wear my hair up when I'm cooking. Long hair can get tangled in food, y'know?"

I nodded, still starstruck. "Yeah.."

He stood up. "Come on, now. We don't want to be late to classes, do we?"

"We have a short day today. We're not doing anything, right?"

He shrugged. "Well yeah, but Home EC is still fun. Mr Saguaro really gets into picnicking."

I laughed. "Ok, you have a point. PE is also pretty fun- Ms. Dendra is really into battling. I'm into how fired up she gets the class."

Arven paused in front of my door, his hand on the doorknob. He looked as if he wanted to do something. He reached his arm out to me. "We're in the same homeroom, right? Let's.. Go together?"

My face burned, and I stared at his hand for a moment. "Uh- I'll meet-" he started to pull his hand back, looking embarrassed.

I realized my chance was slipping through my fingers, so I jumped at it. In a jerky move, I grabbed his hand. "U-u-um.. Yeah, let's go!"

Arven's face went red, and he stared back at me. Then, his face broke into a smile. "Yeah."