Don't Touch || BOYxBOY ✔️

9

The early morning sunlight gently seeped through the half-closed blinds, casting a warm glow on the minimalistic student room. Leo lay sprawled on the makeshift bed, his borrowed sleepwear slightly wrinkled, and the duvet tangled around his legs. The tranquility of the room was disrupted by the persistent sound of an alarm beeping somewhere in the vicinity.

Amidst the rhythmic beeping, a dull thud echoed as Leo felt a gentle but persistent kick against his side. Grumbling, he groggily opened his eyes to see Dante standing beside the bed, clad in his usual monotone attire. Leo's gaze met Dante's stoic expression, and he blinked in an attempt to shake off the remnants of sleep.

"Hmm?" Leo mumbled, his eyes drooping shut.

"Get up," Dante ordered.

"What time is it?" Leo asked in a mumble, his voice muffled by the soft pillow.

"Time for class," Dante replied flatly, delivering another subtle kick to Leo's side.

Leo groaned, burying his face deeper into the pillow. "Class can wait."

"You're not skipping again. Get up," Dante insisted, his monotone voice cutting through the morning haze.

Leo's response was a muffled protest, his hand swatting aimlessly at the air. "Five more minutes."

Dante sighed deeply, crouching down beside Leo now. "You'll be late. Your friends will think you're avoiding them if you don't show up and act normal."

A flicker of annoyance crossed Leo's still-tired face. "They can think what they want. I won't see them anyway. We're doing different degrees."

Dante's foot nudged Leo's side once more, this time a lot harder. "Get up, Leonardo."

The use of his full name only fuelled Leo's reluctance. "Don't call me that. Just Leo."

Dante raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Just get up," the boy ordered.

With a dramatic and childish sigh, Leo finally pushed himself into a sitting position, squinting against the sunlight that filtered through the blinds. He wiped his hands down his face and rubbed his temples. "This better be worth it," he grumbled, rubbing his eyes.

Dante simply stood there, his expression unchanged. "It's your education. That should be worth it enough."

"Ugh, you sound like my mother," Leo muttered, dragging himself to his feet. He glanced around, trying to locate his clothes from last night, but his sleep-fogged brain made the task more challenging than it should be.

Dante pointed to all of his clothes that were hung up behind the door without uttering a word. Leo nodded appreciatively, walking over to the door with an unsteady grace. The realisation of his current situation hit him like a tonne of bricks. He was crashing at Dante's place and he was waking up to go to class and he also needed to eventually face the consequences of last night's chaos.

"I've put a spare toothbrush by the sink. Get changed and let's go," Dante said sternly.

"Okay, mother," Leo grumbled unhappily.

Leo quickly rushed into the bathroom and brushed his teeth, changing into the clothes Dante had pointed out, still feeling the weight of a restless night. The minimalistic student room now seemed colder, stripped of its earlier tranquility. He emerged a new man though. He felt a lot fresher and shoved his feet into his shoes. Dante, having maintained his stoic demeanour, gestured toward the door. "Hurry up. You're running late."

Leo shot him a playful glare. "Running late is my signature move," he said. Dante didn't respond, but the raised eyebrow spoke volumes. "Why are you awake anyway? I thought you didn't have class today."