O Sol e a Lua

Somethin' Stupid

Manhattan, New York
6/15/2099

[Y/n] sneezes, sniffling his nose before going back to stirring the steak in his skillet, pouring a tad more of olive oil and waiting for the meat to fully brown, adding a few garlic slices that he cut up alongside some rosemary and other spices. His mouth slightly waters at the savory sight of the meat being well cooked, the grip on the handle of the skillet tightening by a fraction as he tilts it to a side, raising it abruptly to make the steak flip over. By now the meat was ready to just set on the hot skillet, so he turns the flames off and lets the skillet and its heat cool down enough to set it to a plate.

"Matt! I made you lunch, I need to go! Bye love you!"

[Y/n]'s words swiftly tumble out of his mouth, rushing to his front door and putting on his shoes, regular and slightly worn tennis shoes and  slipping into a green knitted sweater. It was a cold morning, 7 in the morning to be exact, the aspiring lawyer woke up at 5 to ready the food for the day for Matthew, he had college to attend to, he still had casebooks to study, still had internships, still had work.

He locks the door behind him, not bothering to even look at Matthew, who was still brushing his teeth probably, he was sure Matthew heard him and didn't care too much that he was taking his leave.

To be honest, the lawyer didn't have good study habits and many of his professors knew that and they encouraged [Y/n] to measure his time and review, but it didn't really matter that much because the man was quite literally a genius when he's passionate- and he was dead set on being a lawyer for all the right reasons.

The soft sound of 'tap, tap, tap,' coming from his footsteps seem to be louder than usual, maybe because in the morning it was so desolate that even his heartbeat- as faint as it can get- seemed to echo through the empty halls. The taps seem to get louder, now it was 'tip, tap, tip, tap.' [Y/n] stops abruptly, eyes narrowing with suspicion, he knew his footsteps, and the conjoined tip tap wasn't his only. He looks back, eyes darting mile per second before it lands on a remotely average figure standing before him, a black jacket and baggy jeans of the seemingly male body, hands buried into the denim jeans pockets. [Y/n] had seen enough cases to know people who hide their face is always from something, or to be that something.

"Am I interrupting?"

A familiar, deep as the ocean, voice breaks the tension- the distance- between the two males at a complete stand still, [Y/n] lets out a sigh of relief at the fact Miguel interjected while the other unidentified male just clicks his tongue, stepping on his heel and turning the other way, the hood slipping off from his head.

If they looked closely, they could see the milky white skin and thin lips of a certain twin neighbor, Jay was it?

"[Y/n]...can we talk?"

"Maybe later?"

[Y/n] says apologetically, his shoulders tensing with an unsure look on his face, eyes narrowed almost nervously for his confirmation. [Y/n] tries to remind himself that he shouldn't be sorry for everything, much less just getting his education, but he does feel sort of bad for the bigger man who looked like a kicked puppy at the moment.

Speaking of Miguel, he was a little (very) upset to hear that [Y/n] didn't have time to make for him, I mean the man did want his P.h.D in law so what did he expect if not diligence and passion in that line of work? Miguel brushes it off with a simple flick of his wrist, walking up to the lawyer and placing his large- huge even- on the others lower back in a loving manner, maybe just this once it wouldn't be too bad to let himself love a little.