Masky x Blind Reader (Continued)

Chapter 17. Chocolate

I wake up still wrapped in Tim's arms. Its starting to get chilly out so he's acting as my own personal heater right now.
He doesn't seem to have woken up yet so I just lay still. No need to wake him. I can feel his bandages through his shirt. Its easy without the jacket in the way. I should have been there to protect him. Then that wouldn't have happened. He wouldn't have gotten hurt. But, if I did keep him from that, where would we be?
Probably still thinking we hate each other honestly. I don't know what to say to him anymore. Are we together now? Was this a spur of the moment thing?
I can't help it if I doubt my feelings. I doubt his even more though. In all honesty, I don't know how I feel anymore. I know I feel confused. I know I feel happy, but relieved that he's ok. I know I feel worried about what we actually feel. I've been missing for a little over half a year for crying out loud. I've spent this long with masky, and don't even know how to explain my feelings. I think we can all agree that its bad when you confuse yourself. I let out a shallow breath and try to sit up slowly. Maybe I can sneak downstairs to get breakfast for him? Would he like breakfast in bed?
I manage to sit up and almost wiggle my way off the bed but Tim grabs onto my wrist before I walk off. "Where you goin'?" he asks. "Its morning. I was going to fetch something for you to eat. Anything in particular you want?" I ask.
"Chocolates. I have a hankering for something sweet." he says.
I sigh and shake my head. "Breakfast first. What do you want MEAL wise?" I ask. He shrugs. I sigh as he lets go of my wrist and I make my way out the door. I walk downstairs to see Ben playing games. Jackass still asleep. Sally just waking up. Slender is just gone. And Toby is making waffles. Hmm. Maybe I can tweek them a little?
I walk into the kitchen taking in the smell and grinning. My mask was back in place although I don't remember putting it on this morning...
I shrug and grab a plate of waffles. "Toby. Can you grab me a glass of milk?" I ask. Toby nods and gets me a glass of milk. I thank him and set both items on the table. Then I walk to the cabinets and reach up feeling around for a small box. "Looking for the chocolates?" Toby asks before ticking. I turn to him and nod, "yeah." and turn back.
A second later I feel a figure behind me leaning over me reaching up above my hand. Toby grabs the chocolates and hands them to me chuckling, "there you go. How's m-masky holding up (y/-n-n)?" he asks. I sigh, "he's holding. Still got a sweet tooth that's for sure.." I joke. Toby laughs a bit as well and returns to his waffles. Just the family dork. The awesomely cute dork. Gotta love Tobes.
While the waffles are still hot I set a few chocolates on top of the stack. They will most likely slowly melt onto them. This is as much chocolate as he gets though so he better deal with it. The last thing he needs in his condition is something sweet and unhealthy.
I make my way to masky's room with his plate. I might eat later but right now, I just don't have an appetite. To be honest, I don't feel hungry at all. I make my way into the room and over to the bed. "This is what we got. Way it or leave it. I added a few pieces of chocolate per your craving and if you don't like it oh fucking well." I say trying not to laugh. His head turns to me and I'm guessing he was giving me a face. Probably a grin or something. I don't say anything else for a second as I watch him sit up. Once he's upright I set the plate in his lap to which he gladly takes the fork and shows down. When he takes the first bite, his aura changes. It was a sort of light blue tone. I guess he likes it then. I sit with him as he eats and at one point he offers me a bite. I shake my head and wave to the side. "I'm alright." I claim. He nods and takes the bite. I smile behind my mask and watch his aura as it changes and whips around. He seemed to enjoy my company so far, so maybe it wasn't all bad. Hopefully, my doubts will be disproved. For once, I want to be wrong. Tim takes one more bite and sets his plate aside. He stands up and walks to the door closing it. I tilt my head a bit. He walks back over to me taking off my mask easily and planting a kiss on my lips. He tastes like chocolate covered waffles. I might have a slight sweet tooth myself, I think. My face heats up a little and I find myself trying to brush it off, and failing. This isn't actually what I expected from him to be honest. Just, u hate him for so long and then he gets hurt so it turns out in freaked for months and then all the sudden he's back and I'm so happy but then it turns put we don't hate each other I was just confused and ugh! Now he's my "boyfriend" type thing. Not to mention today he's showing a soft side. And damn am I loving that. At least there's one day we aren't murdering people and we're just relaxing and kicking back.
I smile wide as I hear him chuckle. "Sit down flirt. Your bandages will come loose." I state. He shakes his head and sits beside me. I take the chance to move in and lay him down. I curl into his side and stay there. "Comfy (y/n)?" Masky teases. "Tiiim. I still highly dislike you I hope you know. I don't hate you but I strongly dislike you." I say. I can almost feel his eyes burning a hole into the top of my head. "I dislike you too. If anything, I could care less about you." he says. I nod, "good. Because caring about each other could jeopardise missions." I look up to him a second only to hear him say nothing. "Yeah." he agrees. I smile leaning up to peck him on the lips, "so thus we shall not be seeing one another." I say holding back a grin. "Yeah. Alright, fine, works for me. I don't want to look at your ugly mug anyways." he states. I agree to disagree, "ah but it is I who will not miss YOUR ugly mug." I pull my mask off and wiggle my eyebrows once. He starts laughing and so do I. He pulls me closer and grabs his plate starting to eat more of his breakfast. I open my mouth saying ah and he shifts looking at me. I stay there and after a second I get a forkfull of waffle. I smile chomping down and smiling up at the person who fed me. "Next time you pick a fight, remember not to bite the hand that feeds you." he jokes. I laugh and look up at the ceiling.
Today is relaxed, and Tim is back. Every thing is right with the world. And tomorrow, everything goes back to "normal".

Word count: 1295

Authors note!~
So this chapter I gave happy gushy lovey dovey shit out with handfuls of "ewe".
So, take some gushy ewey gooey love. There won't be as much of that in the next chapter trust me. The story unfolds building up and then falling apart again. Like a card pyramid, fragile and easily broken, but I actually wonder, is your relation ship with masky the same way? Find out soon!