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Comedy Gold//sorry for crying, you just remind me of my mother

Fluff+angst
Trophy has issues and Knife reminds him of her in the worst way possible
ALSO SORRY IG THIS ISNT EHAT YOU MAENT OR WANTED!!

ITS RUSHED TOO

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Yelling came from the lobby, objects watched with no intention of interfering. Trophy and Knife had started bickering about something small, and it grew into a huge argument.
Oj had to have been informed about this by now.

Knife slammed a fist onto the wall next to him, startling Trophy slightly. He was sure his flinch was noticeable but he kept his confident composure. Knife had successfully shut him up with the violent action, taking this moment to yell at Trophy with his full attention.

Trophy felt his heart beat faster as Knife kept ranting about how Trophy was horrible, the things he's done and said to everyone-to Knife himself.
His heartbeat louder than anything, drowning out Knife only slightly.

'oh fuck, oh no'

Memories Trophy had repressed started to resurface. He sounded so much like her, how she'd yell at him in a similar manner.
What he experienced with her was worse than this- that didn't make the feeling go away though.

Trophy felt a familiar sting buzz near his eyes, his vision slightly blurring as he exhaled deeply, a breath he didn't know he held to begin with. He visibly stiffened and Knife noticed all of this, his voice trailing off as he watched the jock shake faintly.
Knife had stopped talking, he won this argument but now he was left confused.

Knife has never seen Trophy so,, vulnerable. He acted like a completely different person now, no cocky remark or comeback.
Knife reached his hand out to hold onto his shoulder
"Tro-"
He ran towards the stairs, leaving before he broke down crying in front of everyone.
He couldn't be seen crying, this was already pathetic enough.

Murmuring flooded the area once Trophy was gone, unsure of why he'd react that way. It was all uncharacteristic.

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Trophy sat on the closed toilet, knees up to his chest as he cried. He shouldn't be crying, it was his fault, he was playing the victim now. He shouldn't have antagonized Knife like that, he shouldn't have made such a big deal about something most would overlook.

Trophy's sobbing became more violent as the argument replayed in his head, oh how history repeats itself.
You'd think he'd be used to this by now with how often it happened before.

Three soft knocks pulled him out of his train of thought, he quieted himself but tears still slid down his cheeks.
Was he just hearing things?
Two more knocks came with a soft voice now accompanied with them.
"Troph'? Are you ok?"

Trophy nodded, he knew he couldn't see that he did but he at least had to give some kind of answer. He got up and opened the bathroom door, Cheesy looked up at him with worry in his eyes.
The two quickly embraced each other, Cheesy knew how Trophy was when he was sad.
He ran his hands down his arms and grabbed onto both of his hands, giving one a quick kiss before gently pulling Trophy with him to his bed.

They both sat down, Cheesy rubbed his back and whispered lovely things to him.
He shouldn't be comforted, he didn't deserve it, he didn't need it.
He needed to apologize.

Trophy wiped the tears from his eyes, sighing loudly to correct his breathing.
Cheesy's hand stayed on his back, rubbing in circular motions, soothing him further. Trophy leaned into him, the warmth of the other felt like it could melt his problems away.

He had finally calmed down, feeling like he could speak up now.
"I need to apologize"
His whisper was weak, shaky. Cheesy moved the hair away from his face, leaning up and giving him a soft kiss on his forehead. He knew how much it meant to him, how much receiving a kiss there comforted him.

"we can do that soon" Cheesy held his hands again, rubbing his thumb across the back of one. His voice stayed soft, sweet.
"but now; what happened back there?"
He moved his right hand up to cup Trophy's cheek "do you want to talk about it, love?"

Trophy slowly shook his head.
He didn't feel like thinking about what had happened for the remainder of the day.
"cAn- can we lay down for now?"
Cheesy smiled and let go of Trophy, climbing under the covers. He pat the spot next to him, holding the blankets up for Trophy.

The both got comfortable under the blankets, cuddling and watching something Cheesy had pulled up on his phone.

i didn't proofread it cuz my writing makes me cringe <3

I don't know how to explain the situation with Knife properly.
Him and knife are on good-ish terms but he finds it entertaining to antagonize knife, that's why knife was gonna ask trophy what was wrong