Crash

Snowflake

This is a special chapter because there's somehow a lot of sexual tension and angst at the same time??? 

Brain: wtf u doin 

Heart: woohoo

The following is an excerpt from the chapter on Radish:

"What did you draw?" I came up to Blake as soon as those without bunks ended the lot-drawing in blood and tears (obvious exaggeration). My superior didn't have any specific expression on his face, so I assumed he'd got a bottom bunk when actually...

"Top."

I blinked. "O-oh."

For some reason, it didn't sit very well with me. My anxiety was acting up again, so my thoughts went mainly towards the fact that Blake would have three consecutively terrible nights of sleep all because I didn't reserve a bunk for him. I was aware that this was all part of my overthinking-tendencies, but it wasn't as though I could help it.

Blake was about to place his bag on the bunk above mine when he turned towards me, glancing down at the hem of his shirt. I followed his gaze.

Wait. W-wait, why was I holding onto his shirt? Startled, I let go and backed away, refusing to meet his gaze. Holy bananas, my very existence is an embarrassment. I didn't even notice that I was doing all that omg I must look so weird right now lol where is my hiding hole.

"You okay?"

"No—I mean, yes. 'No' as in, it's nothing I just, um, did that by instinct, or something," I had lowered my voice to something barely audible to even myself, and I was so sure that there was absolutely no way he could hear me over the shuffling of our roommates into their respective bunks.

"Instinct?" He laughed low, and I tend to pray hard that he doesn't notice my mini-spasm everytime I hear that sound. Honestly, being right beside someone important to you in that way every single day isn't the best thing for your heart.

I shook my head, finally gathering the courage to look him in the eye. "Let's switch places."

Confused, he frowned.

"I mean," deep breaths Ace, deep breaths. "I'll top."

Blake looked as though he was on the verge of laughing again before I hurriedly corrected my terms with probably the dumbest face on earth.

"I mean, take the top. Bunk. The top bunk. I'll sleep on top and you can take the one on the bottom."

"It's alright," he declined with a smile that was a cross between a smirk and a...something else. Gentle. "You deserve it since you came in early—"

"No, as in I want to sleep on top," I lied. "I'm, um, good with hard surfaces. Sleeping on hard surfaces, ohgodwhat'swrongwithmyenglishtoday."

He reached out to flick my forehead. "You mean, everyday?" Blake was teasing me again and haha, not funny. Not good for the heart. Not at all.

"Whatever floats your boat," I sighed with a shrug. "Just...let me sleep on top, okay?"

My superior paused, taking his time to consider the offer. Every passing second added to my insecurity when finally, he suggested a middle solution.

"Let's take turns," he said with an added smirk so sly, I wish I hadn't offered to relieve his suffering in the first place. "I don't want your body to ache the next day just because you're 'good with hard surfaces'."

I swear to god, my heart's not going to last with Blake's relentless teasing. Sigh, guess he can be harsh if he wants to. Although—he actually thought of my wellbeing.

And sad to say, it was awfully...comforting.

A/N: They are totally talking about bunk beds ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) toootally.