Treasure Box. (A BFB 4X fanfiction)

Strange Feelings

Four's P.O.V:
I woke up.
A new day.
I raised my head a little just to put it back down on my pillow, morning grogginess still tampering with my mind. "Ughh..." I groaned. "A-are you up, Four?" I heard a high-pitched voice call from across the room. It took me a moment to remember it was X, and we lived here together. "Yeah, yeah..." I mumbled, shaking my head back and forth to clear my thoughts. I slowly rolled out of bed, getting up. X was waiting for me, standing at the end of my bed. I sleepily walked over to him, putting my hand on his shoulder and turning him to the direction of the kitchen in our apartment. "...Let's get something to eat..." I muttered.

X's P.O.V:
Four put a hand on my shoulder. I suppressed a flinch, not wanting to show how weak I was to him. FOR him. He turned me towards the kitchen. "...Let's get something to eat..." he muttered. I nodded and scavenged the cupboards for two plates. "What would you... uhm... like to eat?" I asked, not wanting to bother Four too much. "Waffles..." he sat down, slumped over in his seat. "Yours are the best." I smile away from him, not wanting him to see how happy I was by a simple compliment. "Th-Thanks..."

Four's P.O.V:
I'm much more awake now, thanks to X's waffles. They're just... so fluffy. O-of course, I'm referring to the waffles, n-not X or anything,,, but that works, too, I guess. I pour more syrup on mine, not like it needed it, but my Canadian instincts told me to. Just kidding, Canada's not real. I took a few more bites. X seemed to be happy that I was enjoying his cooking. He had one waffle, then left the rest to me. That's okay, everyone knows I have a bigger appetite than he does. I eat the rest, savouring every delicious bite. "S-So you liked it?" X asked hesitantly. "I always like your food, X. You're an amazing cook." I smile warmly. He looks away.
Why won't he believe anything I say about him?

X's P.O.V:
Four compliments me, but I don't believe it. It's like he thinks I'm the best cook in the world... I'm far from that. I look back at him. "Thank you." I say. He just smiles. He smiles his big, lovable smile. I love it. "We could take a walk in the park today, X." Four suggests. "Yeah..." I trail off, thinking of it as a good idea. It sounds more appealing, the more I think about it.

Four's P.O.V:
I notice X fumbling around more than usual on our walk to the park. He doesn't really say much, he just focuses on... me. I try not to look back at him, just so none of the other numbers don't think something's up. Thankfully, there weren't too many people out today. There are only a few of us, after all. It's a small town. I wouldn't want any number to see what I may be feeling... What I may be feeling towards the little yellow variable I call my best friend. This feeling, like an everlasting butterflies around him, nervousness I never knew I even had, feeling light on my feet yet heavy with the weight of a burning question pulling me downwards, not letting me move. The question.

What do these feelings towards X mean?

X's P.O.V:
I've been more focused on Four than on the actual park today... I wonder why? It's like he's the default place for my eyes to visit. They're always locked on him. I just wanted to... to...
what do I want?
Oh, I know.
...I want to be beside him. Just standing, nothing else. That must be it. But what if it's not? What even is this feeling? After playing on the swing sets and see saws for a while, Four and I head home. "Hey, X?" He asks cautiously. "Y-yeah?" I reply. "You seemed kind of distracted today, is there anything you want to talk about?"

Four's P.O.V:
Of course when I asked that question, I wanted the answer to why he was staring at me. O-oh, I was just tired... I wanted to stay at home, to be honest." He whispers. X did seem a little tired, but I felt like there was more to how distracted he was. I brushed it off, not wanting to pressure him with too many questions.

I just want to know if he feels the same way as me.