BLOOM'S OSC ONESHOTS (CLOSED FOR A BIT)

Another bad day [Silverspoon x Paintbrush]

A/N: I am so sorry if i mischaracterized any of the characters mentioned, I'm not the best with these kinda things :'3

NOTES:

-humanized

Nobody's POV:

Paintbrush had a temper and everyone knew that. Majority of the contestants would be terrified of angering Paintbrush in any sort of way, or just be terrified of Paintbrush themselves. They honestly couldn't complain, they were intimidating when angry. Today was just a regular day, or what Paintbrush considered to be a regular day.

Their temper got a hold of themselves, again. This wasn't a normal one; one that Paintbrush themself wouldn't consider normal. It wasn't because of someone, it was because of something. Paintbrush had some..questionable ways of keeping themselves together, considering how horrible they could be when upset. They thought it would be fine, until it wasn't. They let out all the pent up anger and stress; and they felt horrible.

That's all they could describe it as. Horrible. They felt horrible, and they felt like a horrible person.

And there they were. Sitting against the headboard of their bed, in their room, desperately trying to calm down. They clutched their hair in anger, closing their eyes shut. Everything was clouding their mind and they couldn't even tell what was real anymore. God, they felt so worthless; so pathetic. So pathetic for being so upset over something they could've solved so easily before. They kept pulling their hair tighter, even if it kept hurting.

Their mind stopped racing for a second as they heard a knock on door. They slightly lifted their head up.

"Paintbrush, may I come in?" Silverspoon asked, his voice laced in worry.

"Yeah, whatever." They choked out bitterly.

He took that as a yes. He turned the knob and slowly opened the door. He then saw paintbrush huddled in the corner of their bed, pulling their own hair as if it was an attempt to release their anger.

Silverspoon shut the door behind him. He sat on the bed, guiding their hands away from hurting them. He held their hands firmly, looking at Paintbrush worriedly.

"Dear, you've been worrying me all day, what's wrong?"

They paused a moment before replying. "Nothing. Nothing is wrong." They choked out.

There was an uncomfortable silence that filled the room. They didn't dare to make eye contact with him.

Silverspoon unexpectedly wraps his arms around Paintbrush. Their body tensed up for a moment, taken aback from the sudden gesture. They slowly melted into the hug as they could feel tears welling up in their eyes. They returned the hug, burying their face into his shoulder. They couldn't take it anymore and just broke down on the spot, releasing all the pent-up emotions. He slowly rubbed circles onto their back with one hand, the other hand running fingers through their hair. They closed their eyes shut, feeling tears stream down their cheeks.

He just silently hoped that they were okay.

— < ♡ > —

After a little while, Paintbrush's sobs slowly subsided, leaving the occasional mumbles they would make. Silverspoon gently laid down agaisnt the headboard, laying down while they were resting on his chest. Silverspoon stopped caressing their back for a moment, using one of his hands to cup their face and another to run his fingers through their hair. They couldn't help but smile at the feeling of his hand running through their hair.

After a moment, Paintbrush gently tried to get up from Silverspoon's embrace, but he hugged tighter in respose.

"Wow, clingy much?" They commented, an amused look on their face as they stared at Silverspoon.

"A- I am NOT clingy!" He quickly retorted. He could feel a blush creeping up to his face. They rested their head on his chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat.

"Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that bud.." They said in an amused tone, gently wrapping an arm around his waist. Silverspoon's body froze as his breath hitched. He swallowed nervously as he tried to say something. All he could say was a little yelp. They couldn't resist, so they decided to take it a step further. They nuzzled their face into his shoulder, their hands on his back.

Silverspoon felt extremely overwhelmed, feeling his rapid heartbeat and heated face. He couldn't help but hug them tightly in response. He rested his head on Paintbrush's hair, taking in the scent. He was too stubborn to admit that he liked this. There was a short pause until he decided to break the silence.

"You're awfully warm.." He mumbled, his voice muffled by their hair.

"And you're awfully clingy."

"Ugh- When will you let that go?!"

"Never."

"You're insufferable."

"Yet you still love me."

"Oh shut it."

— < ♡ > —

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