Don't Touch || BOYxBOY ✔️

16

Dante woke up before Leo. The early morning light filtered through the small gap in the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. For a moment, he just lay there, his eyes tracing the faint patterns on the ceiling, his mind drifting. The events of the previous night felt both distant and vividly present, like a dream that lingered just at the edge of memory.

Turning his head slightly, Dante looked over at Leo, who was still asleep beside him. Leo's face was relaxed, his breathing steady, and there was a peacefulness to him that made Dante's chest tighten in a way he didn't quite understand. He hadn't shared a space like this with anyone in a long time, maybe ever, and the intimacy of it felt both strange and comforting.

Dante's hand twitched, the urge to reach out and touch Leo's hair or trace the line of his jaw was strong, but he hesitated. This was all new territory for him, and he wasn't sure how to navigate it. Instead, he slowly sat up, careful not to disturb Leo, and ran a hand through his own messy hair, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.

The room was quiet, the kind of stillness that only comes with early mornings when the world is just beginning to wake up. Dante stood up, his movements deliberate and quiet. He did his business in the bathroom and then quietly made his way out of his bedroom, down the hallway and into the kitchen that he shared with his other housemates. It was still quite early and no one else was awake thankfully.

He didn't usually bother with breakfast, but something about today felt different, maybe it was Leo's presence, or maybe it was the fact that he didn't want to leave things unfinished between them.

He rummaged through the cabinets, finding the basics, coffee, bread, eggs. As he started brewing coffee, the familiar scent filled the space, and he could feel himself relaxing bit by bit. It was strange, this domestic scene unfolding in his usually solitary space, but he found himself not minding it as much as he thought he would.

As the coffee brewed, Dante cracked a couple of eggs into a pan, the sizzle breaking the quiet of the kitchen. He was halfway through making toast when he heard a soft rustle behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Leo entering the kitchen, a hand running through his hair. Dante looked down and saw that the boy was shirtless but was wearing a pair of black joggers that belong to Dante. The boys lips twitch, but he forced the smile to stay away.

"Morning," Dante said, his voice low, unsure of how Leo would feel after last night.

Leo blinked a few times, looking around as if trying to remember where he was. When his eyes landed on Dante, he smiled, a sleepy, genuine smile that made Dante's heart skip a beat.

"Morning," Leo replied, his voice a little rough from sleep. He stretched and yawned. "I woke up and you were gone. I kind of freaked out."

"Yeah, sorry," Dante said. "Breakfast."

"Hmm.. Didn't expect you to be the breakfast type," Leo said as he walked closer to Dante.

Dante shrugged, turning back to the stove. "I'm not, usually," he admitted, flipping the eggs. "But I figured... we could use something to start the day. I'm actually going to my lectures today. So are you."

"What? No. I don't want to," Leo grumbled like usual.

Dante sighed. "Don't start."

Leo pushed himself up against the counter, his movements still a bit sluggish as he woke up fully. They stood there in a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the soft clink of dishes and the occasional sizzle from the stove. It was a small, mundane moment, but to Dante, it felt significant. Sharing this space, this time, with someone else was new to him, but it didn't feel as unsettling as he thought it might.