Prompted Stories

This Belongs to Me now

Prompt: Finding the other wearing their clothes.

Pairing: Klaus Holvester 'Silver' Baudelaire, son of Hermes × Kyko Samai, son of Dionysus

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Camp Half-Blood never have had a dull moment. Everyday, campers from every cabin always have something planned and would execute them as soon as they had everything they needed. Treasure hunting here, sparing there, and even young campers had their little fun of mischief too.

Since it was just the same usual day like any other, within the Cabin Eleven, their senior counselor was in the middle of piling up his dirty laundry into the hamper together with the other cabin members- half-siblings and unclaimed alike -that he noticed his favorite yellow One Punch Man sweater missing within the group. He knew this because he has records of what and when he should wear his sweaters. Besides, it was one of his favorites. He should know when he wore it.

Scanning his side of the bed, the drawers, and everywhere within the room only see that it was nowhere within the vicinity. ❝ I know it should be here somewhere... ❞ The bicolor haired demigod muttered as he crouch to check under his bed. Nothing. ❝ Aw, come on! ❞ He got up and dusted off his hands and knees as a sharp sigh escapes his lips. ❝ Where could that sweater be!? ❞ Scratching the back of his head, he turns to the other's and asked them if they saw his sweater only to have them say they didn't.

As much as he didn't want to give up searching he also didn't want to waste time to miss laundry day.

Silver made his way to the Big House still discontented about not finding that favorite sweater of his. He made his way to the laundry room with the others and settles into one washing machine. He started to segregated his colored clothes to the white ones (and yes, he knows how and what he is doing because it was a usual chore done back home). The others did the same and started to fill in their laundry soap before having to leave their senior counselor alone in the room.

The room was silent until the machine rattled as it started to 'wash'. He too had filled his laundry with soap and waited by the other washing machine that was unoccupied. Haunted by the thought of where this favorite sweat would be, Silver was soon lost in thoughts that he didn't notice the door creaking open. Soft crunching footsteps inched closer before he felt weight and warmth on one side. Turning to see what, or who, it might be he noticed a familiar red hair with that sweet smile on their face.

❝ Kobro! What're you doing here? ❞ The son of Hermes slightly exclaimed in surprise. Kyko on the other hand chuckled in greeting. ❝ Should there be a reason for me to see my Broski? ❞

❝ Oh. No, no. Not at all! ❞ Silver grinned brightly as he crosses his arms under his chest.

Silence filled the room as the bicolor haired male zones out at the baggy sleeved shirt his friend was wearing. ❝ I was on my way-❞ ❝ Is that mine? ❞ Silver cuts Kyko off as he continued to stare into that 'Oppai' printed sweater. Eyebrows furrowed in thought as the son of Hermes waited for a response.

Kyko looked down to check the top he was wearing then back at Silver only to looked a little confused as to why he was asking. ❝ Yeah. Is there... something wrong? ❞ Silver's eyes zones out to the other's as he was slightly glaring. ❝ Where'd you get that? ❞

❝ In your bed. ❞

❝ Huuh? When? ❞ He sounded a little confused.

❝ Last night. When we were eating and drinking. ❞ The red haired camper winked.

Klaus was lost for words. Last night? Sure, he did spend the night with Kyko in their cabin but- Oh!
His face lights up as if a bulb light lights up above his head. ❝ Then why are you wearing that at a time like this? It should smell like swear and cheese by now. ❞ Uncrossing his arms he reached towards the other for his sweater only to find him hugging the sweater and himself. ❝ It still smells like you though! Not yet! ❞

As much as those words should surprise him, it didn't. Klaus pursed his lips into a slight pout. ❝ Koko, there's a stain in the left bottom side. ❞ He pointed out only for the other to check and smile as if it was nothing. ❝ Then this is mine now! I marked it, so it belongs to me. From. Now. On. ❞ Kyko emphasised on the last three words with smirk creeping on his face.

The son of Hermes couldn't help but sigh and rub the temples of his forehead. ❝ You're never gonna return that to me are ya? ❞ He asked knowing the answer already. ❝ Fine, you can have that... As an early present for whatever. From me. ❞ He placed his hand on the hand of the son of Dionysus before he raffles their hair gently and deeply sighed. ❝ I was gonna have a heart attack if I couldn't find that sweater. ❞

❝ Oh, you're getting more than a heart attack. ❞ Kyko muttered softly.

Silver kind of heard it, as gibberish. ❝ Hm? What was that? ❞ ❝ Nothing! ~ ❞ The red haired camper slips his arms over to the other's arm and pressed himself into them. ❝ Now, let me help you do your laundry. ❞

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