The Blade in the Stars (Swiss x Female OC)

7: Confrontation

Fenris' POV:

What if there were a world where everything was good? Maybe we'd all be happy without even having to think about it. Perhaps I'd be able to stay in a mindset like the one I have right now: It isn't all as bad as I thought. I was just making up everything, and it was all really okay.

Swiss had that grin of his plastered on his face, his laughter filling the room. I found that it was accompanied by my own sounds of joy. I had stopped thinking now, all I knew was that I didn't want to be anywhere else in that moment. I wasn't reliving the previous events of the day, nor was I seeing anything I wasn't supposed to.

All I saw was Swiss, who was laying on the couch with his hand to his chest. He was laughing uncontrollably, rolling around like a cockroach. "Stop it!" I whined dramatically, still laughing myself. "I can't stop laughing if you don't!" I was on one of the other couches, sitting with a pillow in my lap. I don't think I'd be able to figure out how much time has passed. Giving into such a draining ghoul nature passed the time quickly, that was for sure. It was a miracle nobody walked in at some point.

"Oh Satan-" Swiss breathed, taking deep inhaled to try and calm down. He looked to me, then to the floor and other places, and back to me. "Who knew you had it in you?" he smirked.

I scoffed loudly, rolling my eyes and standing up. I was relatively sure the fit of giggles I had been in were gone, so I was about ready to start cleaning up. So yes, a pillow fight had started. Embarrassingly, that might've been my first, but it was fun. Pillows were scattered everywhere, but luckily we didn't accidentally tear one with a claw. "Swiss, help me clean this up." I crouched down somewhere behind the couch, picking up a few pillows that were right next to each other. I heard Swiss starting to get up, the couch squeaking in response.

"Yes, boss." I shook my head at his comment, smiling lightly. I don't think I've smiled this much in a long time. I didn't know what it was, but my nerves from before were completely gone.

We worked to get all the pillows back onto the couch, organizing them in a neat manner. From what I could tell, there was no sign that I had been there. That was good. I didn't want to ruin Swiss' friendship with the other ghouls, which is what would happen if they learned we were here together. I think that was the one thing looming in the back of my mind the entire time. Sure, maybe I was at threat of some sort of scolding, but I wasn't going to be the one to ruin Swiss' life so quickly. I gave the other ghouls a good enough reason to hate me, especially today. To them, if Swiss was around me, he was just as bad. That's just always how it works for ghouls, no matter how dumb it may be.

I looked towards Swiss, who was moving towards the kitchen area. I instantly noticed his mask, which was placed on the counter. My eyes instantly became fixed onto his revealed face. His hair was a dark brown and waved nicely, flowing neatly to frame his face. I took a moment to scan his jawline, which was sharp and even. I forced my eyes to move elsewhere for a moment, for I wasn't eager to get caught staring. He opened the fridge, stretching his arms high into the air as he studied the refrigerator's contents. "So, I restocked the fridge yesterday. We could find something in here for dinner. Or it's also pizza night." He cocked a brow, taking a glance towards me.

I shrugged lightly, my eyes traveling towards the window. "Pizza sounds nice, I guess." I placed myself on a seat next to the counter, propping my head up on my fist.

Swiss nodded, picking up his mask and starting towards the door. "Pizza it is, then! I'll be back in a minute." He sent me a wave before turning into the hallway and closing the door. I breathed out a slow exhale, my eyes scanning the area around me randomly. Now, I was even more exhausted, but that was okay.