Imagine Person A punching Person B in the face because a bee flew by them.
'That shift seemed to drag,' Jael thought as he stepped out of Retention. He had an hour to kill for lunch, and decided it would be best spent in the park. He strolled to his favourite bench, cracked open a can of lemonade, and sat back, ready to let his mind wander for a bit.
Or, well, that was until he felt someone's fist collide with his jaw.
Jael went sprawling off the bench, yelping. His lemonade can soared across the path and into some bushes. Passerbys stopped to see what had happened.
He lept to his feet, ready to kick the shit out of whichever punkass bitch had hit him, when he saw Axel, looking pretty relieved.
"I think I got it."
"A-Axel?! Did you just fucking hit me?!"
"Jael, there was a bee."
"....what?!"
"There was a bee," Axel said calmly, as if that explained everything.
"AXEL WHAT THE FUCK—"
"THERE WAS A LITERAL BEE THOUGH JAEL—"
Imagine your otp just dancing in the kitchen really cheesy and just letting loose and then one of them hits a counter or something
Jael didn't really know what he'd been expecting when Axel had asked him to spend the night, but he really did not consider the possibility of the events that had just taken place.
After having one big-ass plate of spaghetti and completely destroying his clothes with a food fight, Jael was now standing in one of Axel's shirts, a pair of fluffy socks, and...his boxers. Luckily Axe's shirt came down past Jael's knee, so he wasn't being revealing , per say, but it wasn't his most comfortable outfit either.
Axe, too, was without pants. However because his clothes actually fit him, he was a bit more on display than Jael was.
He was now standing in the middle of the kitchen, one arm outstretched.
"Excuse me?" Jael deadpanned.
"Dance with me," Axel repeated, one corner of his mouth quirked up in a way that made Jael's heart pound.
Maybe it was the look in Axel's eyes, but something made Jael drop his guard and just simply go with the moment for once. He nervously licked his lips, and took Axel's hand. He was immediately tugged close, and they began to waltz.
At first they stumbled over each other, but gradually they fell into a rythm. In fact, they started to get a bit adventurous, until suddenly—
WHAM!!
—Jael's poor hip slammed into the marble counter. He yelped, falling back on his butt. Axel crouched beside him. "Ahh fuck sorry, are you okay?"
Jael blushed, "I'm fine, don't be stupid..."
Axel shook his head. "Nope! This is a serious injury, Jae, I can't believe you're not bawling your eyes out right now!" Jael blinked.
"Wait, what?"
"Mhm! Lucky for you, I have the cure." He pulled up Jael's shirt, revealing the bruised hip. Jael flinched, his heart pounding.
"Whoa wait what are you—"
Axe leaned down and kissed the bruise. "There! Allllll better."
