~SkepHalo Oneshots~

Hoodie Swap

Darryl awoke but kept his eyes closed, listening to the birdsong from the open window. He felt the heavy comforter across his body and smiled, remembering the way Zak had insisted he stay in the latter's bed that night.

He rolled over, eyes still closed, expecting to feel his boyfriend in the bed next to him, but he was met with an empty space. He frowned and opened his eyes to find that the other side of the bed was unoccupied.

Confused, Darryl sat up and looked around, wondering if he had dreamed that they had cuddled the night before, but he was definitely in Zak's room. So where was Zak?

He swung his bare feet out onto the carpeted floor, grabbed his glasses from the bedside table, and exited the bedroom.

As soon as he opened the door, his nose was met with the savory scent of bacon. Darryl, surprised, stuck his head into the main area of the apartment to see something he never thought he'd see: Zak was cooking. The kitchen was rather messy, but based on the smell, it was otherwise going well.

Zak turned at the sound of Darryl's footsteps. "Oh, hey! Morning, Darryl!" he greeted him.

"What are you doing?" Darryl asked, despite it being fairly obvious.

"Making breakfast. Bacon and eggs."

Darryl sat down and watched as Zak moved the bacon from the pan on the stove to the plate beside it. "I didn't know you could cook," Darryl remarked.

Zak looked at him in mock offense. "I moved out of my parents' house a couple years ago, did you think I had instant ramen for every meal or something?"

"Well, it's cheap and easy, so maybe!"

"Wow," Zak responded, drawing out the o. "I can't believe you'd think so little of me. I thought you loved me," he added with a fake sniff.

"No no no-! Zak, don't cry, of course I love you!" Darryl jumped up from his seat and wrapped Zak in a hug. As he did so, he registered what Zak was wearing and frowned. "Are you wearing my hoodie?"

Zak giggled. "Maaaaybe..."

"Oh my goodness, give it back!"

"No! It's comfy!" he protested, adjusting the too-long sleeves around his wrists.

"Yours is just as comfortable! Why can't you wear yours?"

"Because I like yours!"

"Well, what am I supposed to wear?"

Zak shrugged. "Mine?" he suggested, half joking.

"All right, fine. I will." Darryl returned to Zak's room and picked up the light blue hoodie from where the younger boy had left it on the floor. He slipped it on over his head. It was a little small on him, but it was comfortable all the same. Plus it smelled like Zak, so that was a bonus. The tall man went back out to the kitchen to see his boyfriend's reaction.

While Darryl had been out of the room, Zak had mixed the eggs and was now cooking them. Upon hearing Darryl enter, Zak turned and took in the other's appearance. He blushed slightly at the sight of the man in his hoodie and let out a laugh.

"What?" Darryl asked. "It doesn't look that bad on me, does it?"

"No, no, it's just- you're so cute!"

Darryl frowned, offended. "Hey, I am not cute! I'm hardcore!"

"Pff, yeah, right. You're a living cinnamon roll."

Darryl pouted, causing another laugh from Zak. The shorter boy turned back to the stove and transferred the cooked eggs from the skillet to the two plates that were waiting on the counter. He handed one to Darryl. "Here, now eat before it gets cold."