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Marhinki #2

It was Mari's night for cooking. They all took turns considering they all shared a house. Her, Boze, Joven, Sohinki, Wes, and Olivia all lived in a shared house. Mari was making spaghetti and she was cutting onions to put into the sauce. While she was cutting them she got her finger. Very fucking bad. Like not spraying out blood but to where she needed to get it patched up.

She yelled in pain and went to find Wes. He normally took care of first aid and when he wasn't around she would go to Olivia. But she knew that Olivia was out with her girlfriend Courtney. She went to his room and knocked on the door. When there was no reply she knocked again. "Wes?" She called from outside. After a moment she opened the door to see him not there. She couldn't take it anymore and went to go see if anyone else could help her.

She found Sohinki in the game room. She walked up and he looked up from the tv. "Oh hey Mari." He smiled at her. "Do you think you can doctor me?" She asked. She showed off the cut and then he nodded. "Yeah of course." He said and lead her to the restroom and getting the first aid kit. He got out the stuff and then proceeded to patch her up.

She smiled at him and he did the same back. "Thank you Sohin." She said. They had a small moment where they just stared at eachother. "Well I better go finish dinner." She said and rushed to the kitchen. She felt something there but didn't want tl admit it. She was scared he didn't feel the same. Anyone would tell her she was completely oblivious to the way he always looks at her like she's everything. And the way he jokes with her more than the others.

She liked him yeah. But she'd never say out loud. She was afraid of what everyone else would think. Especially Sohinki. She finished up dinner with her mind clouded with thoughts and then everyone ate. Sohinki took an unusual amount of time eating and so did Mari. She eventually tired of the quiet just got up and left clearing her plate and leaving. She lent against a wall hiding herself from sight of the kitchen.

"Just tell him already." A voice popped from out of nowhere. It was Boze. "What?" She asked. "God you two are both so obvious. He likes you and you like him. So just tell him." She said. Mari giggled a bit. "You think he likes me?" She asked. "Yeah I know. Its like you don't see the way he looks at you or how he stays at the table as long as you do. He wants to spend time with you but he's awkward around you." She said.

"You're sure?" She asked one more time. "Yes Mari I'm sure. Trust me." She said. "Ok." Mari said and walked back in. Sohinki had a frown on his face as he started on the dishes. She walked up and began helping out. "Oh hey Mari. You don't have to help you already cooked too." He said. "No thats ok. I have nothing to do and I know you wanna get back to your game." She said.

"Ok if you insist." He said not drawing it out longer. There was a paise of silence apart from the water and then he finally broke the ice. "Do you wanna go get dinner sometime?" He asked quietly. "What did you say??" She asked. "Nevermind its stupid." He said. "No tell me. Its not stupid to me." She said. "Ok. I asked if you wanted to get dinner with me sometime." He said. "But it was a stupid question." He quickly said.

There was a short moment of silence before Mari finally spoke. "I'd love to Sohin." She smiked at him. "Really?" He asked. "Like no jokes or just doing this as a friend?" He followed up. "No I want to go out with you. Like for real." She said. They spent the rest of the night in a comfortable silence doing dishes and then watching tv on the couch together. Boze and Wes gave Joven $20 each over the bet they made.

More on the short side compared to what I normally do but here ya go. Sorry I've been away for awhile I've been working on my other book Destroying Everything which is a Lasercorn fanfic. I am a shameless promo whore don't judge me. I just got it to 22 chapters I think. I updated 2 times in one day and like 4 or 5 times in one week.

Ok I'm gone. Leave some requests, prompts or ideas for me to do.