My keys jingle as I fiddle with them with one hand, my other arm clutching a heap of bags closely to my side, standing in front of my front door. I let out an audible sigh of relief as I find my house key and thrust it into the lock. It's pretty chilly outside, and I don't fancy staying out here, cold, and tired.
"Here, I'll get that," says Kenneth beside me, opening the door whilst struggling with his own abundance of bags. He allows me walk through first, and I hurtle myself towards the kitchen counter and drape the left half of my body over it, so the bags can all be set down at once. Kenneth follows with the same strategy about two seconds later after closing the door. Warmth melts into my senses.
After leaving the coffee shop, we explored almost every nook and cranny of our little town, stopping only when our attention was caught by attractive shops or when we got hungry. We mainly just enjoyed walking and spending time together.
My spur of the moment impulse buying landed me with several different types of chocolate, eccentric coffee mugs, a bunch of food, and some other things.
I now stand here, a little exhausted from all the walking and weightlifting. Kenneth leans on the counter with one hand on his hip.
"Well, that was fun," he says in between deep breaths.
"Oh, yeah," I say sarcastically, "that exercise should cover me for the next few months."
"Oh, sack up. You loved this. We had fun."
"We did, didn't we." I smile warmly and give Kenneth a playful shove, and he dramatically clings onto my arm to balance himself. He swings up and gives me a peck on the cheek. My eyelids droop, and I feel that tingly giddiness that accompanies his sweet little kisses. He's so cute. I love him.
"Oh, I almost forgot, I got you something." Kenneth pulls away and begins searching through a few bags, letting out a satisfied 'aha' when he lands upon one from a clothing store. He produces a cozy-looking green sweater and glances from it to me. I tense up with excitement and beam. "Thought you might like something warm for when it gets cold."
"Aww, Ken..." I murmur. "You're my something warm for when it gets cold. But thank you."
He grins warmly, a glint of joy in his eye. I almost feel limp, overwhelmed with elation and delight. I carefully take the sweater from him and begin to observe it. The fabric is smooth and gentle, the hue of green reminding me of vibrant gardens and little pockets of nature at parks in town. I slip a hand inside a sleeve. The material on the inside of the sweater is unbelievably soft and warm – it immediately reminds me of Kenneth's gentle hugs. I grip the sweater protectively and hold it against my chest, gazing at it with admiration.
"It's perfect," I say faintly. "It's like you, but clothing."
Kenneth's tender smile brings a rush of warmth to my cheeks. He takes a few steps towards me and prods the sweater softly. "Try it on," he purrs.
I don't hesitate to slip the sweater on over my shirt to get the feel for it. The inferno of coziness is pure perfection. Deciding that I'd like to keep this on for the rest of the day, I remove it once more.
"Thank you, Kenneth, it's perfect," I whisper with esteem.
"No problem, you look adorable in it," he says with a grin.
"Aww, thank you. Can I keep it on?"
"Be my guest."
I begin to unbutton my shirt with the new sweater in the crook of my arm. Then, I pause and realize I'm unbuttoning my shirt in front of Kenneth. This is awkward. He looks at me with a goofy grin and suppresses a laugh.
"Aw, you shy?" he teases.
"Well," I utter, "I- yes."
"Oh my god, that's so cute! You're shy! Ha, well, don't worry. It's not like you or I go to the gym every day. We're twigs!"
My face feels flushed as I avoid his gaze and chuckle, continuing to slowly unbutton my shirt, about three quarters done.
"Oh, just put the damn sweater on," teases Kenneth, stepping forward and unbuttoning the rest of my shirt himself. He swiftly yanks it off of me, retrieves the sweater from the crook of my arm, and hauls it over my head. He then steps back and studies his handiwork.
I stand here with the sweater pulled effortlessly over half of my torso, including my face.
"You've done well," I say mockingly, my voice muffled by the fabric covering my head. I'm rewarded with a boisterous laugh from Kenneth as I slip my arms through the sleeves and tug the sweater the rest of the way down my stomach.
Basking in the luxurious warmth, I stroke the clothing and enjoy its comfort.
"Man, Kenny, I feel like I'm cheating on you with this sweater! Get over here," I urge, pulling a happy Kenneth into a tender hug. The combination of the warm, soft sweater and Kenneth's gentle and protective embrace makes me feel like I'm floating on clouds. He seems to be enjoying it too, nuzzling my shoulder and holding me tightly. I lightly rub circles into his back.
"Baldi," he moans into my shoulder, "you're a math teacher... does sweater plus hug equal literally the best thing ever?"
"Try it with a cuddle," I murmur, pulling away and beckoning him to the couch.
The look in Kenneth's half-lidded eyes whispers 'yes.' We flop onto the welcoming couch together, Kenneth being sandwiched in the middle. I pull a blanket over the two of us. We press our faces together with wide smiles, noses rubbing together as we play with each others' hands under our chins. Our feet and legs lock together and rub tenderly. Warmth and pleasure surges through me. Kenneth rubs my face with his thumb, his eyes never leaving mine. We push our lips together and kiss lovingly. I find myself once again softly ruffling his fluffy hair, enjoying the warmth it gives me, and letting him enjoy the satisfying tingly trails of pleasure I rub on his scalp.
My eyes refuse to stay open. The relaxation weighs my eyelids down like an anchor. I don't resist the tempting grasp of fatigue. It's only about 1 pm. It's funny how not even a day ago, Kenneth and I were just friends. I guess our relationship moved so quickly because these feelings have always been there. This is, like, the sweet release of all those closed off areas of the friendship limits. I don't think I've ever been this happy.
By unspoken consent, we both weakly part from the kiss and hold each other tightly, ready for the best nap of our lives.
And this is the best day of mine.
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Teach me How (Baldi x Principal)
Fanfic"I'm a dude. I like a dude. Meanwhile, we're trying to thwart an awful lie about me before it spreads too far." ●●● Baldi has been teaching for 11 years, and he's never been happier. His students absolutely adore him and are alwa...
