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sɪxᴛʜ ᴅᴀʏ - Bruises

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Zuma had arrived back at the dorm with a now passed out Rocky. He entered their dorm room and closed and locked the door behind him. He walked over toward Rocky's bed and laid him down gently, placing his head on the pillow. "God damn you look like you'd be light, but you're actually heavy as heck." Zuma said stretching his back out.

Zuma started to take the covers and place them over the sleeping boy when he decided to first strip the boys clothes off. (No smut ya nasty people's )

He took he shoes off and tossed them in the corner of the room. He thought about taking the boys pants off as well, but decided not to as a blush crept up on his face. "I think I'll just leave those on." Zuma then walked over and sat on the bed and sat Rocky up a bit so he could get the hoodie over his head. When Zuma got one of his arms out, he gasped audibly at what he saw. Not only were there cuts on his arm, but bruises too, all on one arm.

Only a few of the cuts were fresh, others were either faded/fading. There were quite a few bruises though which concerned Zuma. "Is this why he wears so many long sleeves?" Zuma just stared at his arm, not really sure how to feel at all. Should he ask him about them or just ignore it? His phone then went off and he quickly pulled it out to silence it before it awoke Rocky. He unlocked his phone to see he got a message from Skye.

Skye: Better not be fucking him :p

He didn't bother responding, he stands up and looks down at Rocky still unsure on what he should do, but for now he decides to let him sleep and he'll ask about it in the morning.

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Marshall quickly walks through the halls, searching for room 254. "254... 254... Come on, where's room 254 - Oh"

Marshall then stops in front of room 254 which has a whiteboard on it with the names Tracker and Chase written on it. Marshall closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, in and out. "Ok, I-I knock on the door and when he answers, I hand him back his sweater and properly thank him." He muttered to himself, feeling confident. But that confidence didn't last long, as Marshall now stood in front of the door trembling with his fist resting on said door.

'W-what if he doesn't answer? What if he says he doesn't want his sweater back?'

As these thoughts flew through Marshall's head, the door swung open which startled the boy. "Who are you?" an unfamiliar voice asked. Marshall looked up to see a shirtless man he didn't recognize at all. He hesitated before speaking. "I-is um... Chase h-here... " he trailed off at the end.

"Huh, Chase?"

"Yeah, what's up?" Chase then walked into the doorway, also shirtless and wearing no pants. Marshall's face was now as red as a firetruck. "Marshall? Hey, what's up buddy?"

"I-I uh... S-sweater! You...here." he said handing Chase his sweater, before sprinting away. "W-wait, Marshall!" Chase yelled for him, jumping out into the hall watching as he disappeared around the the corner. Chase looked at the sweater and couldn't help the urge to sniff it. It smelled like cotton candy and happiness.

Chase smiled. "Dude... " Tracker started. "Come back inside and put some clothes on." "Oh shit!"

"Holy fuck, holy shit... Ok ok, calm down me, it's alright. Just breathe in and... HOLY FUCKING SHIT BALLS!!" Marshall slapped his hand over his mouth, realizing how loud he is. Marshall had arrived at his dorm room, after practically running away from Chase. "I-I mean, his balls...were... there and... " he went red again remembering the glorious sight he had just witnessed.

"I want to be happy, but I'm too flustered right now. " He admitted. "But wait... No no, Marshall no." he quickly shook the thought away. "Marshall." said boy turned to see his roommate, Ronny, sitting in his bed staring at him. "Why are you talking to yourself?" he asked in a monotone voice. Ronny is a short kid with dark blue colored hair and icy blue eyes with fairly pale skin. He's very blunt and seemingly emotionless. "A-ah, Ronny.. Sorry I didn't realize you were here."

"Tell me, do people like you always speak to themselves when things are "troubling" them?"

"Uh n-no, nothing is troubling me. I'm quite alright." Marshall flashed a smile, waving a dismissive hand. Ronny's piercing, icy cold gaze made Marshall feel a bit uncomfortable. "Yes Ronny?" Marshall asked, still somewhat smiling at the dark haired boy.

"Balls."

Marshall's face then went red as he tried to hide it from his friend. "Oh no no no no no... I didn't even thank him, I got so distracted." He muttered with his hand over his mouth, face still red as a tomato. "I didn't expect his boyfriend to answer the door either..." Marshall smiled sadly now. "Who's boyfriends balls answered the door?"

"Would you stop saying it!" Marshall covered his ears.

"Boyfriend; a regular male companion with whom one has a romantic or sexual relationship. In other words, a lover. I personally do not have any experience with Romantic relationships, therefore I will not be able to present any helpful advice nor will I be able to provide an adequate comforting statement to reassure you." Ronny states, as a matter of fact.

"Oh... "

"I am, however, able to provide a tight and warm embrace if it is desired-" he was cut off by Marshall practically flying into his arms, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy while also burying his face into the crook of his neck. Ronny placed his hand on Marshall's head.

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Here is the long waited for update to this story. I hope you pups enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! I do apologize for the wait.

If some of you are wondering, then yes, Ronny is Robo-dog!