~Male crush x male reader~

Sensitive (angst + fluff)

Anonymous request

Content warning: homophobia. There will be a warning before and after the event including the content. It will be surrounded by ⚠️ emojis, and will be labeled the same way after the content is done.

Y/N POV:

Seeing as the meal I've been making is ready, I turn off the stove. I move the pan off of the stove and put it on the counter. I put two plates onto the table, putting silverware to the side of each plate. Once I'm satisfied with the setup, I pull out my phone to message C/N.

Just before I can send the message, the sound of the front door opening echoes through the dorm. I perk up and put my phone down, excitedly scurrying into the living room to meet him.

"Welcome home, C/N! I missed you!"

"Mm..."

Strange. He's usually a lot more excited about coming home. Is he okay?

"Dinner's ready for whenever you feel like eating. I'm gonna eat right now, though, so if you wanna eat with me, now would be the time."

"M'kay..."

Unsure of how to respond to his lack of enthusiasm, I simply nod. I give C/N a quick kiss on the cheek and go back into the kitchen. I put some food on my plate and grab my silverware, my mind racing as I eat my dinner.

I pierce the food with the tongs of my fork, picking it up and putting it into my mouth. I take a quick, worried peek at C/N. I watch with mild confusion as he scrolls through his phone, as if nothing is amiss. The only things cutting through the tense silence are the sound of his phone and the periodic, quiet screech of the metal fork hitting the glass plate holding my food.

He's never this quiet. He's almost always excitedly rambling about something as soon as he walks in the door.

I quickly attempt to pull myself out of my thoughts, picking up another piece of food with my fork.

~*time skip*~

I put my plate & silverware into the sink silently, my mind clouded & plagued by anxiety. I take occasional glances at C/N as he sits on the couch in the living room.

He's been there since he got home 20 minutes ago. He didn't even eat dinner with me.

I carefully sit down onto the couch next to C/N, giving him a soft smile.

"Hey, baby."

"Mmm."

"How was your day today, C/N?"

"Why do you care?"

My eyebrows slightly furrow with confusion at his unexpectedly negative response.

"Because I care about how my boyfriend's day has been. Why else?"

C/N scoffs quietly, not giving a verbal response.

What on earth is going on?

I tentatively place my hand on top of his in an affectionate gesture, giving a sympathetic look.

"Is something wrong?"

C/N removes his hand from mine almost immediately, looking away from me. My heart breaks a bit at his harsh response, a pang of emotional hurt in my chest. My eyes gloss over with tears, the tears blurring my vision and causing my eyes to sting.

"Why did you do that...? Did I do something wrong...? I'm really sorry if I did..."

C/N stands up with a huff and storms to the door, swinging it open and slamming it closed behind him as he leaves the dorm. I grab a nearby pillow and tightly hug it to my chest, my chest heaving as I begin sobbing loudly into the pillow.