NSB Oneshots Part 2

(⇁_⇁)Sebgie: Regie's Glasses(↽_↽)

Regie rested against the kitchen counter, a stuffed animal in his hands as he anxiously flipped it over. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon, and the soft sound of droplets tapping against the window made the world outside appear hazy and dreamlike. He could hear the kettle bubbling away, the faint scent of chamomile wafting through the air, courtesy of Sebastian, who was moving around their cozy apartment with a practiced grace.

Sebastian had been teasing him all morning, stealing glances while pretending to be engrossed in whatever was cooking on the stove. There was a lightness in the air, and Sebastian's laughter echoed around the room. Regie's heart danced at the sound—it was infectious, the way it poured out of him, like sunlight breaking through a heavy cloud.

Finally, Sebastian turned, bringing two steaming mugs to the table. "You ready for our cozy tea party?" he quipped, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Regie rolled his eyes, a smile creeping onto his lips. He set down the plush tiger he'd been fiddling with and stepped forward just as Sebastian's playful demeanor turned soft.

"Come here," Sebastian said, reaching out, and Regie felt an undeniable warmth rise in his chest. He stepped closer, and Sebastian leaned down, his lips brushing against Regie's forehead in a gentle kiss. It was tender, sweet, a promise sheltering in the softness of their daily routine.

But as Sebastian pulled away, Regie's glasses, the thick, round frames that perched on his nose, fogged up immediately. It was as if a storm had brewed behind the lenses, the world turning into a blurry painting.

"Well great, now I have to clean my glasses!" Regie fell into a playful whine, pulling the frames off his face and waving them exaggeratedly in front of him. "Thanks, thanks a lot! Dammit, my glasses!"

Sebastian couldn't help it; he burst into laughter. The way Regie fumbled with his glasses, squinting at nothing like he was trying to see into another dimension, only made him laugh harder. The sound bubbled in the air, ringing out like the cheerful chime of wind chimes.

"Look at you! It's like a comedy show!" said Sebastian, unable to keep the amusement from his voice.

Regie huffed, trying to wipe the lenses with the hem of his shirt. "It's not funny! I can't see a thing, and now I'm going to have tea stains on my glasses from trying to clean them!"

Sebastian approached, snatching the glasses from Regie's hands and gently wiping them with his own shirt—a surprisingly clean white tee, considering the chaos of their morning. Regie raised an eyebrow, half amused, half annoyed. "What are you—"

"Shh," Sebastian said, leaning in close, his breath causing a light fog on the lenses again. "Let me help you."

With deliberate care, he finished cleaning the glasses and handed them back, their eyes locking for a moment, a shared pulse of laughter simmering between them. Regie slid the glasses back onto his nose, blinking at the newfound clarity.

"See?" Sebastian smiled, mischief still twinkling in his eyes. "Now, you can actually see how beautiful I am."

Regie rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress the grin that stretched across his face. "Sure, if you like that sort of look," he teased, playfully nudging Sebastian's shoulder.

Sebastian feigned offense, clutching his heart. "Watch it! I am an absolute work of art! A masterpiece!"

"More like a disaster in the kitchen," Regie countered, gesturing toward the scattered flour that hinted at Sebastian's earlier baking endeavors.

"That's all part of the process!" Sebastian laughed, and they both burst into fits of giggles, the tension of the moment dissolving into a gentle camaraderie.

Regie took a sip of his now-full tea mug, the warm liquid soothing. He glanced up at Sebastian, his heart swelling with affection. "You know, you really are the best."

Sebastian's smile softened—something caught in the depths of those laughed-out moments lingered, a fleeting warmth that wrapped around the two of them like a cozy blanket.

"Right back at you," he said, nudging Regie with his shoulder once more. "And I promise to always help you with your foggy glasses."

With that, they settled on the couch, bracing themselves against the chill of the rain outside and basking in the comfort of each other's company. It didn't matter if the world was foggy; as long as they had each other, everything was perfectly clear.