Seeing Through the Trauma

Coping Poorly (13)

It took MK a long time to go back to sleep after that, sneaking into his room again, forgetting about his bandages left on the sink until he was already in bed and under the warm covers.

He thought about getting up again but then Red Son moved in his sleep, his leg getting caught over MK's leg and he froze, suppressing a squeak as the older boy mumbled something in his sleep.

Well now he could move, not if he wanted to risk waking Red up which he didn't so MK stayed where he was, shifting slightly to get comfortable. Without the bandages he could lie on his stomach with his head tilted only a little to the side to where he could just about see Red Son with his right eye. 

It made his cut sting where it touched the pillow but he quickly got used to the feeling as he tried to fall asleep again, struggling when Red's leg was on top of his own. It was warm, and after a while when MK's heart finally stopped pounding so loud in his chest, he actually found the pressure on him nice, and it was a lot easier to quiet his mind as he slowly fell back asleep.

In the morning when he woke, somehow he found himself much closer to Red Son than he had been falling asleep. Red's leg was still on top of his but MK's tail was now happily wrapped around the other's leg like the traitor it was, curling around the boy's thigh while Red's outstretched hand was resting on the crook of MK's back. 

It made him go bright red, but the warm hand on his back was actually nice, and other than his burning cheeks and embarrassment MK found he didn't mind waking up like this at all, staring with soft eyes at the still-sleeping demon, whose hair was down and splayed all around his face cutely and was in his more demon form with fluffy ears and a long tail down by his legs. He looked so much more relaxed asleep than he did awake, a small, calm upward twitch of his lips that looked like a tiny smile, and MK's heart squirmed weirdly at the sight. 

What he wouldn't give to wake up like this every day. 

MK blanked when he registered his thought, squeaking and hiding his face in his pillow as he breathed out two sharp breaths, face now feeling like it was on fire as he tried to ignore how sappy that had sounded and how... intimate the thought was. 

Which was insane! Red was just a friend! Just a friend, who MK enjoyed holding hands with, and thought was absolutely amazing and looked really good with his hair down and made MK's stomach do flips whenever he said something nice about him and-

Oh. Oh! 

Oh, great Buddha. MK had a crush! That's what this feeling was. 

It made butterflies flutter in his stomach and he suddenly felt far too warm under the covers, quickly shoving them off and scrambling to get out of bed. 

Only he'd forgotten about his tail being wrapped around Red's thigh, and when he moved he pulled the half-demon with him, startling the other boy awake as MK yelped, and fell back, landing so he was face to face with a now awake Red Son, his bright red eyes clouded by confusion. 

"What are you doing, MK? Go back to sleep and stop moving so much! I'm tired." He huffed, and MK's heart stuttered at the sleepy way he said his name, not used to hearing it much from Red Son. 

"S-sorry!" He squeaked, scrambling backward to give the other some space, and then Red rolled his eyes, his hand grabbing MK's waist and pulling him closer and he closed his eyes again. 

"Whatever, just be quiet." He muttered tiredly, his arm resting over MK's chest and MK tried not to combust into flames as he stayed as still as he could, waiting until Red's breathing evened out again as he fell back asleep before letting out a sigh of relief. He wondered if Red had even known what he was doing but then shook the question out of his mind. Of course he hadn't! He'd obviously been way too tired and out of it to notice how close he'd tugged MK.