Tomtord [HIGHSCHOOL AU]

Chapter Five is HEREEEEEEEE

Tord's POV:

I wake up in an unfamiliar room. That can't be good. The walls are blue with a checkered ceiling, which is an odd combination, but who am I to judge? 

The room itself is a mess. Like a battle scene, yet somehow worse. Empty glasses of what smells like alcohol make up most of the trash. The rest is crumpled paper, thrown in careless heaps.

Before I could make a move, I felt something warm wrap around me. A barely-audible exhale came from behind me. I tense, fear pumping adrenaline throughout my body.

"Tordddd..?" A tired voice asks, followed by a deep yawn.

Wait a minute...

"Tommie???" I twist around to face the blue hoodie boy. His eyes sleepy eyes look at me happily.

"Morning Tordie."

"Morning." I say, smiling back.

His arms grab my waist and pull me closer. I can smell his alcohol breath. Not that I dislike it that is...

"T-tom?" I ask hurriedly. Stuffing my face into his chest to hide my blush.

"What's up?" He inquires, oh-so-casually. As though it's normal for me to be lying in bed with him.

"W-why am I in your bedroom???"

He laughs, clearly seeing my confusion. His arm moves away to scratch the back of his neck. I miss the warmth.

"Well... you kinda just fell asleep in my arms during school... so I brought you home?"

"B-brought me home? Did you carry me all the way here or something??"

He nods. "Yep. Brought you across the entire school too you know."

I blush at the thought. "D-d-didn't people see you..?"

He nods once more. "I didn't mind though. You look so peaceful sleeping... I felt bad about waking you up."

"Oh.." It makes me feel terrible knowing I'm a bother. Yet.. at the same time I find myself happy Tom carries so much.

"Thanks."

With that I lean back into his chest and fall asleep once more.

Tom's POV:

Tord falls asleep almost as quickly as he woke up. I can't help but smile at that.

But... there are also some things I could frown at. Things that worry me.

His ribs poke through his stomach, his spine is visible, the list goes on. That kind of build goes beyond slender, it's just plain starvation.

There was that, and the scars. Bruises, cuts, burns, every manner of injury marking his skin. Are the self-induced? Questions flashed through mind like torrential rain.

When he woke up, I'd have to ask him.

Tord's POV:

Morning arrived once more and I expected to be given a rude awakening. Instead, there lay the face of a sleeping Tom, snoring quietly. His legs and mine tangled together.

I blushed slightly at the notion. Not really the time Tord-

"Tord..?" He asked with a yawn. Black eyes met with mine, as we held an even gaze.

"Morning Tommie." I replied, giggling softly as his arms wove around my waist once more.

"What time is it..?" He asked, his voice low and rumbly.