(fang x buster/fangster) bigmouth strikes again

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Fang woke up the next day to the sound of his alarm clock, feeling very unrested. Obviously, he was at fault, since instead of sleeping he decided to do way practical things like playing video games until 3AM.

He rolled out of bed tiredly, searching for something to gain energy from inside of his mind. After some wheels turned in his head he decided to go to the bathroom and wash his face with some water.

He turned the sink on, and quickly submerged his hands under the water, then placed them on his face. It actually scared him for a slight second, which could greatly illustrate how long he slept for🤑.

He then walked over to the kitchen, greeting his mother, and even managing to catch his dad for a second before he was leaving for work. He gave him a little hug and said bye, since he didn't usually get to see him in the mornings.

After he left he went back to the counter and got some bread out, trying to make himself food as quickly as possible. He put a sausage that was laying next to it and sliced it into rather uneven parts, then got some ketchup onto it. With that his meal was finished, he frankly couldn't be bothered with putting it on a plate.

He sat down on one of the chairs in the living room and started to eat, his awareness soon fading as he got lost in his thoughts. He reminisced yesterday's events with a smile, which he didn't really notice.

A voice soon took him out of his thoughts. "What are you smiling about?" His mother asked curiously. "Oh.. umm.. this sandwich is sooo good. " He answered quickly, that being the best he could think of at the spot.

"Sure, sure.. it's about that girl again, is it?" She questioned him, the chinese finding it a bit annoying. "What girl. " He got confused as to what she was talking about, only layer the realization hit him.

"Oh, yeah, I mean it is. She's so nice. " He tried speaking in a convincing manner. "So you finally got to talk to her?" His mom seemed genuinely invested.

"Umm, no, but she seems nice, is what I meant. " He explained, hoping not to have to talk further. "You're being a little weird, honey. " She told him, then glanced at her watch.

"Oh, sorry, I gotta go to work. Remember to close the door and have a nice day at school. Love you." His mom told him and gave him a little kiss on the forehead, then left the room, soon the house.

Now that he was left alone he could feel a bit more comfortable. He finished eating, then went over to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up a little.

No matter how much he tried to occupy his thoughts with something else, the boy remained on his mind. Not much guilty came with it this time as opposed to before, now it being normal for him, since they were dating.

He brushed his hair along with teeth, then put it up into a low ponytail. He decided that maybe if he will text him he would leave his thoughts alone, at least he hoped. He entered his bedroom and got to his phone, which already had a few messages from him.

He started to talk with him, time seeing to flow without a notice. The poor boy, now starved from the physical contact with him since yesterday😪😪, decided to go over to his wardrobe and search for a certain piece of clothing.

He took out a shirt he'd given him to sleep in once, not wearing nor washing it once since. He smelled it a little, but quickly put it away, cringing about his own self, feeling like girls from those gacha studio pretty little psycho music videos.

Once he took his phone into his hand he realized what time it was, basically meaning that he'd have to leave for the bus in about two minutes.

Yet, he wasn't even dressed yet, so he just accepted the truth that was him being late to school. He reopened his wardrobe and took some clothes out and put them on, then quickly took a break to let Buster know that he'd be late and he'll text him back later.