Mairi Prompts

cheaters and truths

So, yeah. Maybe—just, maybe, he didn't like Emily and really could you blame him? There was just something about her that rubbed Mattia the wrong way.

Sure, she seemed sweet and had a smile. Sure, she was a fairly attractive. Yeah, she made Kairi laugh—but, so did he. Maybe, he made Kairi laugh harder but that was aside the point. Something about Emily was just off.

Though, Mattia couldn't say what. So, when Kairi got with her he voiced that she was nice but he didn't fully feel comfortable about her. His warning was overlooked.

Maybe, he was just too overprotective.

Mattia watched Kairi's attraction grow and he pleaded for someone to tell him what this feeling was. Why was he not happy with this arrangement? The bags under Kairi's eyes, the way he talked about her, the way he seemed slightly more happy. God, it aggravated the hell out of Mattia. He didn't say anything, just listened, reminded Kairi in a joking manner to get some sleep and not stay up having phone sex. He got a whack to the arm for that one.

It was late into the night when he got a FaceTime call.

Olaf.

It flashed against the screen in the pitch black of his room. He blinked once, then twice, before he clicked on the answer button in confusion. Usually, at this point he was on call with Emily.

"What the fuck, dude? Did the phone sex actually happen? Heh, did you get that—hey, Kairi? What's wrong?" Mattia frowned, finally sitting up in his bed when he realized Kairi was quiet. "Are you okay?"

A sniffle. A choked sound.

"Mattia, she cheated."

A loaded sentence. Too many feelings swirled inside his chest at this. She cheated? Fuck, Mattia knew something was off and he should've tried harder. He couldn't believe this bitch, this bitch had the audacity to hurt his best friend.

His Kairi.

"Hey, hey, bubs. It'll be okay. She's missed out, bud. I need you to breathe for me. You're gonna pass out if you don't breathe." He cooed.

He knew he wouldn't be able to forgive Emily not when she made Kairi cry. He wouldn't be able to get over how he looked; puffy eyes, nose tinted red, tears pouring out and in his oversized sweater. It was heart breaking.

Mattia spent the night cooing and reassuring the shorter male. Trying his best to make him laugh, trying to get Kairi back to a semi-okay state and tried to ignore how unhappy the future might look for a while.

It would blow over.

Kairi eventually fell asleep, exhaustion and reassurance being the thing that lulled him, then Mattia, eventually the darkness turned into light and so the shouts of his own little brother was his wake up call. He groaned in annoyance and burrowed his face into a pillow.

"Mattia?" A raspy voice echoed, "Are you awake?"

Kairi? Why was Kairi on call?

Oh. Right.

He got cheated on by that bitch.

"Yeah," he rasped, clearing his throat and letting his eyes flutter open.

"I just wanted to say, thank you. I'm also coming over in like a few minutes."

"The hell, it's like 7am, Kai."

"Mattia, it's 3pm."

"Oh."

Maybe, just maybe, when the call ended he got up a little too quickly and got ready. And, just maybe, he dressed in something nice. Why was he even acting this way? Hell, he didn't know. He just wanted Kairi to think he looked nice. He wanted Kairi to look at him the way he had looked at Emily.

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

     He liked Kairi.

He liked, very much, so, liked Kairi. Mattia choked on his mouth full of water and quickly spat it out. He made eye contact with himself in the mirror and eyed himself. The way his clothing choice seemed slightly flashy and how he hurriedly moved about to get ready just for Kairi. He could've just thrown on a hoodie and sweats but he didn't. Did this mean he liked guys? No, couldn't be. I mean, sure, he wasn't afraid to look at them and find them attractive. He was confident in his sexual orientation. Yet, when he thought of Kairi his nerves buzzed under his skin. His heart thudded a little quicker.

No way.
Fuck me, man.

Mattia groaned rather loudly to himself. He was too caught up in his head to have heard the door open to his room or the gentle thuds of footsteps.

"I can't—nope, no. Can't like this kid. I don't like, Kairi. Fuck, I like, him. I like Kairi."

"Did you just say you liked me?" A soft voice asked.

Kairi's voice.

Mattia startled, nearly giving himself a whiplash as he looked from the mirror to the door. There stood the broken boy. Kairi wore sweatpants and an oversized hoodie—Mattia's hoodie that the younger had let the other borrow one night—staring right at Mattia with a confused face.

"Hah, no?"

Kairi frowned in disbelief as he stared at Mattia.

"Mattia, do you like me?" As he said this, he crept into the bathroom. Mattia's face bloomed with a red flush, his eyes shifted everywhere but Kairi's face, landing on the door behind him.

"Mattia? Answer me, please." He murmured, gently placing his hands on the other's chest.

"I mean, maybe? I-I think so. I mean, I know so," Mattia rambled, "Look, I just know I hated seeing you with Emily. You did everything for her and she just, ugh, she didn't do much for you. Yeah, she made you happy but a lot of things make you happy. "

A small chuckle left the older boys lips. He was so close, Mattia realized, so close that he could feel the warm breath of the other as they stared at each other.

"You're blushing," Kairi whispered, his breath ghosting over Mattia's lips, oh, they were that close.

"Shut up, Olaf." He grumbled, eyes flickering to Kairi's lips.

"Last I checked, I was your Little Olaf." Kairi shot back.

"Yeah, mine," he whispered before closing the distance between them. It was sweet, tender, it said so many things that had been left unsaid.

So, yeah, maybe in the bathroom was where they first kissed but a lot of things happened in Mattia's bathroom. So, many supporters and so many iconic moments for him, what's one more?