BOXMAN (Tord x Reader)

4; morning run

The next morning you had woke up pretty early. A stupid dream about Boxman kidnappning you and making you eat boxes until you turned into one. Awful.

You scratched your head when you realised that you had been so busy you'd forgot to shower. You sat up and stretched a bit before smelling your armpit, "Shit... poor Diwi and Joe" you grimaced, the smell making your stomach turn. You walked over to the full body mirror in your room to check yourself but it seemed to be something wrong with it though. It showed a horrendous monster, or that was what you thought at first before yawning and rubbing your eyes.

"Oh.." Surprise, it was only you. You looked at yourself for a while when you realised why you were looking so down, you hadn't been outside for almost a week. Deciding that you're going for a run you went over to your closet and pulled out a pair of black jogging shorts matched with a [F/C] yoga t-shirt. You put on a pair of sneakers and fixed your hair. Putting on a little bit of makeup on you felt kind of confident, seeing as you didn't look as bad as before. Though, your hair still looked so greasy, it would put fast food restaurants to shame.

Opening your front door you felt a small cold breeze hit you, "aw man". You stood at your doorstep for quite some time, trying to decide if you would go out on a run or just go inside. You had put on the clothes and you were too lazy to change right now, your final decision being that you would go. Being the big brained person you were, you didn't run too far from the neighbourhood. But still far enough to actually get to know the place and see some new things.

The chilly morning air slapped you in the face as you jogged. Taking a turn you headed for a nearby park, you had seen it while being in the bus one time when you came to check the house out. You softly hummed to a tune and closed your eyes.

BIG MISTAKE

Suddenly you kind of flew backwards after bumping into something hard. Quickly opening your eyes you let out a small shriek but before you could hit the ground you got a helping hand. Literally.

"Yikes. Wouldn't want you to fall for me that fast."

Holy fucking shit.

Boxman. The one and only. He had his strong right arm around your waist that had helped you to not fall before. His hairstyle was the same old, two horns poking out of the caramel coloured hair. But the thing that interested you the most -as much as you hate to admit it- was the fact that he had a red training tank top that showed off his muscles. The top itself was pretty loose but the sweat had made it a bit sticky making you see his stomach, his hot abs showing through. Glancing down you saw that he had a pair of black jogging shorts.

He seemed to have noticed you checking him out as he let you go, "eyes up here buddy" he chuckled, giving a small wink. As embaressed you were you couldn't bring yourself to look him straight in his eyes, resulting in you looking at his eyebrows. But in the corner of your eye you could still see his beautiful grey-green orbs staring at you, expecting some kind of response from you. Words or action.

Fun fact though, if you look at someones eyebrows it still looks like you're staring the person in the eyes.

"Sorry" you mumbled, face red. That was probably the worst way of apologising since he made you feel vulnerable. The man smirked and responded with the cheesiest thing ever, "Dinner and a movie first, sweetheart". And with that he jogged away, the opposite way of your path.