Roommates ~ Red son x mk

Fine (Red Son's Version)

Red Son's POV:

Tim and I leave before I get the chance to tell MK that I was sorry for being so distant. For everything that has happened between us, really. For pushing him away after we woke up together at that party. I think back to when we were friends. Maybe I shouldn't have left so quickly. I should have talked to him. Instead, I ran away like a coward.

I suppose there's no point in dwelling on the past. I should have apologized while I had the chance, before Tim took me away from MK. Again. I curse myself for thinking that way. I can't blame Tim for being paranoid and blocking MK. After all, we were really close friends in the past. A small part of me knows that I'm making excuses for Tim, but it's fine. Probably.

"Red Son?" Tim asks, snapping me out of my haze.

"What?" I say apologetically.

"Ugh, were you even listening?" He snaps.

"Sorry, I was thinking about my friends...back home?" I say.

"Whatever. I said that we're going to the new arcade," Tim explains with a huff.

"Oh, I'm kind of tired, do you want to go somewhere a little...quieter?" I ask hesitantly.

"Why? I wanted to go here. I should have just left you at home. Are you really going to make me drive all the way back to the dorms?" Tim says.

"No, I'll be fine."

~time skip~

The arcade is awful. I hate all the bright lights and the loud cacophony of arcade games. Tim runs off, seeing some of his friends, and leaves me alone. I slump over to the bar and put my head on the counter, asking for just a water.

For a while I sit there like that, doing my best to tune out the world around me. I wonder what MK's doing right now. I bet he's probably having fun with Mei. I bet he would have respected my wish to stay home. I bury the thought deep, feeling ashamed for thinking of him. I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend. I can't think these things. My mind wanders to Tim. What is he doing right now? Is he thinking of me? I hope not. I don't want to be a burden to him.

I sense someone sit down beside me. My head is still in my arms, so I can't see who it is. Not that I care, as long as they're not loud. I hope it's Tim. I feel very alone right now.

A familiar scent of peaches wafts my way. I sit up. I recognize that smell. It certainly isn't Tim.

"Hey Red Son," MK says bashfully.

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AN: I'm so sorry I took a break, and this chapter isn't that long. I am trying SUPER hard to get the next part finished, but I've been kinda overwhelmed with testing and whatnot. Anyways yeah bye.