We all have fears - Merome Oneshot

We all have our fears - Merome Oneshot

Mitch shot up from his bed, covering his mouth quickly so that his scream was muffled. He looked around wildly, then stared at his window to see rain bucketing down against the panes. A flash of light started again, and the PvPer was out of his bed, covering his ears and flinching as thunder boomed again.
He couldn't figure out where he was going, but he wanted to move. So that's what he did; Mitch yanked on his infamous checkered hoodie over his pyjamas and opened his door, careful not to wake his friends as he lightly ran down the corridor, over to the balcony, and made his way down the steps.
The grand hallway felt sinister to Mitch as he walked down it, the only light coming from the flashing by the windows. He clutched his ears again, letting out a muffled, panicked cry every time the thunder cracked. Tears were brimming in his caramel eyes, and he desperately wiped them off with his sleeve.
This is so stupid, he thought. A 20 year old scared by thunder, really Mitch?
But not matter how many times he yelled at himself, the fear always came back in every thunderstorm. It was starting to become pretty hard to hide the childish fear from his friends.
Before long, Mitch found himself in the sparring room. Deciding to distract himself as best as he could, he grabbed a sparring axe from the weapons holder and started to swing it around the empty room, rolling through intricate moves.
"Mitch?" Came a voice. The PvPer looked behind him to see Jerome closing the sparring room door behind him, a confused look on his face.
"What're you doing up? I'm working the night guard shift and I heard you practicing in here."
"My god, you scared me." Mitch laughed, mentally punching himself for forgetting Jerome was on night guard shift. He also let out a small breathe. Good. He didn't know any more.
"I just wanted to practice with an axe for a little bit. It's not that late, Jerome." Mitch quickly made up a lie, making himself sound reasonable.
Jerome just stared at him. "Mitch. It's three o'clock in the morning." He said.
Mitch tried to hide his surprise. He'd been in the sparring room for four hours?!
"Jeez. I didn't realize it had been that late. I gotta go to bed, dood." Mitch said, walking to the weapon stand to put the axe back. Suddenly, a enormous clap of thunder sounded, one of the loudest ones of the night. Mitch let out a panicked shriek, his axe clattering to the floor as he stumbled back.
The PvPer's face suddenly flushed as he looked back at Jerome. The Bacca looked confused, and then he smiled slightly, starting to walk toward Mitch.
"No. That was not what it looked like." Mitch said, trying to think of an explanation as he backed away from Jerome, who was now smirking and walking even faster.
"Just hang on, let me explain, I'm not-" The Canadian stopped when he felt two furry arms wrap around him, pulling him into a hug.
"I knew it." Jerome whispered, holding in laughter. "You don't have to keep making silly excuses, biggums. We all have our fears, big and small."
Another rumble of thunder sounded. Mitch buried his face in Jerome's fur, trying to muffle a sob as he knelt down to the ground, the bacca following suit.
"It's alright, Mitch. I've got you." Jerome smiled admiringly, Mitch pressed tighter against him.
"If you tell anybody about this I will temporarily paralyze you." Mitch said, muffled from Jerome's fur.
"Yep, I don't doubt that." Jerome said sincerely.