Ascension│Bluelock x male reader

3.33. Unrestrained Freedom (Part 1)

"How many towels do you have?" Y/N grumbled. He placed another pile of them onto the floor, using them to mop up as much water as they would absorb.

The entire kitchen area had ended up soaked. The counters dripped with water, and the floor was a huge puddle. Both Sae and Y/N were completely doused in water.

Y/N yanked off his dripping socks, and dropped them in a pile of completely wet towels. Thankfully, none of the water had got into the cupboards, so Sae wasn't gonna wake up to a mould infestation.

The man himself had another towel on his hair, leaning over to wipe bubbles off the side of a cabinet. "I'm a soccer player." He replied.

"That tells me nothing." Y/N hissed.

"Maybe if you had an IQ above temperature values," Sae hissed right back. "You'd understand."

"Maybe if you told me about the fact your soap is ultra-bubbly or something," Y/N scowled. "I'd ask my single brain cell to read between the lines or whatever you're asking me to do."

"Single braincell?"

Y/N dropped the towels on the floor. "Yeah, you have a problem with Timmy?"

"What?"

"Yeah." Y/N jutted out his chin at Sae. "That's what I thought."

"What?"

"You don't want the smoke."

"What?"

"You can't handle the heat."

"What?"

"You..." Y/N thought. "I ran out of insults."

Sae blankly stared at him. Y/N stared back. "What were we talking about again?"

"Uh."

Confused, the two of them returned to drying.

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"Ah, fricking frick." Y/N immediately held out a hand to Sae. "Don't you dare."

"I wasn't going to do anything." Sae replied coolly. "What are you doing?"

"Stopping you from shoving bubbles in my mouth."

"Why would I do that?"

"Cause I swore." Y/N paled. "I didn't actually, I said frick." He clarified hurriedly.

"Hm." Sae returned to his food.

The two of them were sitting in a simple restaurant. Nothing incredibly fancy like Sae had shown Y/N before, just a normal place with normal dishes and normal foods. Y/N's face was bright red.

"Why did you order that?" Sae glanced down at Y/N's noodles. They didn't just look spicy - with dark dried chilli and an slightly brighter orange sauce. Sae could smell the spices across the table. "You're dying." He said matter-of-factly.

Y/N chewed and swallowed, face growing more red. "I like it."

"You like it." Sae repeated. Y/N shovelled down more of his food. "You're sweating."

Y/N puffed his cheeks, exhaling. He grabbed his cup of water, draining a third of it in an instant. "Just because I like spicy doesn't mean it likes me. Fuck." He gasped.

"Right." Sae'd gone for a much more normal dish. "Do you... want something else?"

Offended, Y/N frowned. "I like it. Trust me." He picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks, eating it. And then immediately coughing, struggling to swallow. "Holy- Holy cow."