Space Man

Bees

Xisuma's POV

It had been about a week since everything had settled down between me and Keralis. I was back to working on my honey farm and tinkering with redstone, trying to get my mind off of everything that had happened. I was busy, but there was this odd feeling lingering in the background, like I was just waiting for something to happen, or maybe waiting for Keralis to show up.

The thing was, I hadn't seen him much since that night. Not fully, anyway. He still managed to sneak into my room occasionally when I was asleep, though. It wasn’t like I ever heard him come in, and by the time I woke up, he was always next to me, sound asleep.

At first, it was a little weird, not knowing exactly how he was getting in, but after the first few times, I stopped questioning it. Maybe it was a little strange, yeah, but it was also nice. Waking up next to him wasn’t something I was used to, but I wasn’t complaining. It wasn’t like I had someone else in my life to wake up to, and the bed felt a lot warmer with him there. It felt... full.

He never said anything about it, never mentioned it to anyone as far as I knew. It wasn’t like he had to explain himself, honestly. I just... woke up, and there he was, always so peaceful when he was asleep. There was this quiet comfort in it that I couldn’t deny.

The more it happened, the more I realized I didn’t mind. If anything, it felt good not waking up to an empty room. I had no idea what had led him to start doing this, or why, but it didn’t matter. He knew where I was, knew where my room was, and he never made a big deal about it.

I guess, in some strange way, it just felt like another part of our odd relationship that I didn’t fully understand but accepted anyway. He was there when I woke up, and that was enough for me.

Once I had finished all the work with the bees and redstone, I shifted gears to handle some admin work. It wasn’t the most exciting task, but it needed to be done. The hum of the bees’ wings was almost soothing in the background as I sat at my desk, tapping away at the paperwork.

I hadn't bothered to change out of my bee space suit yet, mostly because it was comfortable and, honestly, I was too focused on getting through everything to care about my appearance. But it seemed like the other hermits couldn't let me get away with it. Every time they passed by or caught a glimpse of me, I got called a "busy bee."

At first, I just ignored it, but as time went on, the wings on the suit started buzzing louder with every comment. It was honestly a little embarrassing, but I couldn't help it—it felt like the suit had its own mind, reacting to all the attention. Still, it was nice hearing the soft teasing from the others. They didn't seem to mind the suit, and maybe it made me stand out a little more than usual.

I just tried to focus on my tasks, even if it meant dealing with the occasional buzz of the wings every time someone decided to add their own little "busy bee" joke. At least it kept the mood light and reminded me that I wasn’t alone in all this work.

I was so absorbed in the admin work that everything else seemed to fade into the background. The constant flow of data and problems kept me engaged, and I moved swiftly from one task to the next—reorganizing files, addressing issues, optimizing systems, and troubleshooting errors. My fingers barely stopped typing, and the numbers and tasks became a blur. The bee suit was still on, but it barely registered in my mind anymore. It was just part of the process.

I was working through yet another stack of reports, my mind fully immersed in calculations and analysis, when I failed to notice the hours slipping by. It wasn’t until I felt the pressure of arms wrapping around my shoulders that I broke out of my trance. The sudden physicality of the gesture jarred me from my thoughts, and I looked up, momentarily disoriented, realizing how much time had passed without me even noticing.