BOXMAN (Tord x Reader)

1; who was that?

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"Thank you so much for the help" you said as one of the two well built moving guys helped with moving one of the last boxes with you. Unfortunately this being a heavy one. His blue eyes looked at you for a second, his mouth forming a smile before quickly focusing on not tripping on the way. He ran his left hand through his blonde hair before quickly gripping the box again.

"Of course" he chuckled, "that's our job". You smiled at him before looking over to the other moving guy, only to see him holding a box under his right arm and another under his left. His walk was prideful, as if the heavy and full boxes weighed absolutely nothing.

Damn, talk about flexing. But just look at those arms-

He caught you looking at him, his light coloured eyes complimenting his weirdly shaped caramel coloured hair. He sent you a smirk, shook his head and looked forward again. He didn't have a uniform on, but a white t-shirt matched with jeanshorts down to his knees. You felt your cheeks get hot, helping to set down the box inside your new house. The blond got up from the crouched position, fixed the straps on his uniform and pulled a quick motion with his left hand over his nametag.

'Diwi'.. odd name.

"I should probably go and help Joe" he looked at you, a perfect eyebrow raised and lightly scratching his weidly formed beard, as if asking for permission. You nodded stepping aside for him to get outside, accidentaly lightly kicking a box behind you. Looking backwards there were two boxes stacked on eachother. Probably the ones that horn haired man from earlier held. Was he Joe?

Your thoughts were interuppted as Diwi came in with a man. He was a little shorter than Diwi though, in a uniform alike his, consisting of pretty loose blue jeans with straps, a white t-shirt with the writing of their company on and at last a nametag on the left side of their breast. This man who came in with Diwi interested you really. He had dark brown hair, green eyes and a stubble. But this wasn't your reason. You quickly glanced at his nametag only to be met with shocking fact.

'Joe'... holy shit! Then who was that man who carried my boxes?

All while smiling you thanked the two sweaty men, hiding the fact that you were scared as fuck about a dude who just carried your boxes. What if he had taken something valuable? You'd be fucked. How could you be so stupid.

"I'd offer a drink for you two but I don't even know where the glasses are" you laughed and scratched your arm. Diwi smiled, "No worries. Me and broski are going to buy some ice cream after this". "Hell yeah!" Joe exclaimed. He formed a fist with his hand and threw it up in the air. Diwi kept his posture while looking at his buddy, only to look back to stare at your hands that were moving from your pockets to crossing your arms only to go back to your pockets, "why are you acting so fidgety?" he chuckled. You just awkwardly laughed avoiding eyecontact.

Going down the risky path he asked, "wanna get some ice cream with us?". You wanted to. Really. But you were afraid the boxman would come back to take stuff. You never know, it's a horrible world out there.

"Sorry, no can do. It's too hot outside, plus, I have some things to do" you pointed to the boxes around all of you, "but..."

Diwi slightly squinted his eyes at your last word, "but?" You rubbed your sweaty hand on your jean shorts before it dove into your back pocket. Finding what you were looking for, you pulled out a five pound note, "Here's a little tip for you. Enjoy your ice creams".

Joe took the money right from your (back to sweaty) palm, "man oh man. Thank you! There's not many who gives tip these days" he grinned, fanning himself with the piece of paper, "I won't forget it.. uh.. [Y/N]!"

They walked out of the house as you closed the door.

Had Diwi and Joe not noticed the guy? Maybe I'm hallucinating or something... It is pretty hot today. The heat probably just got to my head.

Walking to a box infront of your kitchen window you began unpacking. Quickly glancing at the window before looking down you saw an all familiar figure. Looking back up you saw no one. Anxiously continuing fiddling with the box you opened it at last. The reward being some glasses, "aha".

This is where they were.

You had found your glasses, but not privacy. It felt like if something was watching you. You looked up at the window and squinted your eyes only to find the man from before driving away in a red car.

Boxman.