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⚠️Warning: This chapter contains some mentions of implied domestic abuse and some forms of violence. Please read with caution.
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A stormy night had fell upon the city of stars. Benjamin and Pico had decided to call it a night, but it was mostly Benjamin who had gotten himself comfortable. Pico, being a night owl, decided he would stay up to make sure that his boyfriend wouldn't try to keep himself awake, especially due to the sound of booming thunder outside their bedroom window. Plus, he did also want to spend some time in their art room and work some of his artsy magic. After all, it had been quite a while since he used an entire spray can for a single piece of work.
After about 30 minutes of Pico sitting beside Benjamin in their bed and caressing his hair, he had finally drifted off to sleep. The ginger noticed him softly snoozing and he smiled warmly, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before muttering quietly.
"Goodnight, Baby Blue. Sleep tight."
The taller male noticed Benjamin crack a slight smile in his sleep, reacting to his forehead kiss. Pico couldn't hold back his loving smile, taking a soft blanket and gently covering his boyfriend over it. Once he was sure the blue-haired boy was tucked in cozily, Pico let out an endearing sigh, making his way to the bedroom door and walking out to let Benjamin sleep.
As Pico began to make his way to the art room, he slightly shuddered, hearing a small boom of thunder from the storm outside the building. He took a brief moment to let out a breath, calming himself down. Realization soon hit him afterwards.
Shit.
The ginger male quickly looked back at the bedroom door, trying to listen for movement on the other side of it, hoping that the boom of thunder wasn't enough to wake Benjamin up. He needed his beauty sleep, especially during a storm like this. Pico knew how much his boyfriend hated loud noises, especially the sound of booming thunder.
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He's still asleep.
Pico let out a relieved sigh, not hearing any bit of movement on the opposite end of the bedroom door. All he heard was the sound of rain tapping somewhat delicately against the apartment windows.
As his nerves eased away, the tall boy turned himself back to the art room door. Placing his hand on the doorknob and giving it a gentle twist, he loosened the latch and pushed the door forward, giving way to the scent of fresh paint and a colorful mess of various colors and hues.
