Tine, and his love for hickies ?

Part 7 - Soft boi

Author notes : I'm very sorry about not being active but I'll start writing more often, enjoy ~~

- time rewind to Tine sleeping in the library -

Sawarat POV

My feet shuffle along the ground, my eyes in search of that special someone. I haven't seen him since he ran out the cafeteria and it's been at least 5 hours.

Hopefully he got home safe...

My conscience tells me to look for him, and I listen. I grab my earbuds out of my pockets and place them into my ears, slowly making my way through the hallways, poking my head into classrooms to find him.

At last, I'm left with the library, which is seemingly open.

As the door clangs against the wall, I walk into the library, noticing some books lying around on desks, before hearing a snoring sound coming from a corner of the room.

Cautiously, I walk to the snoring sound, and am pleasantly surprised to find Tine sleeping on a his couch.

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I chuckle as he sniffs and lifts his head off my shoulder, but he allows his head to fall again. I try my best to shake off my shoes, holding Tine steady to my body so I don't wake him, but eventually give up and walk across the carpet to my bed.

With a flick of a switch, the room is illuminated slightly, allowing me to see Tine's face. He seems to be frowning, like he's unhappy, but I soon notice he's shivering.

Without a second thought, I reach to grab his shirt, with some difficulty, slipping it over his head. I take off my warm hoodie and slip both his arms into the holes before zipping it slightly.

I push his now warm body further down until it's completely covered with blanket, and his head resting against a pillow. As his soft snoring fills the room, I smile and walk out of the door, into the kitchen to start making dinner. 

After dinner, I walk into the room, as quietly as possible, grab my pajamas and walk into the bathroom to take a shower.

—— ——

I hum as I place my head under the hot water, allowing it to wet my hair and drip down my back. Grabbing the soap, I lather it on my hands and start to wash my body.

My mind wonders as I remember that Tine is sleeping, and that I should probably check on him.

As I step out of the shower, and start drying my hair with a towel, I think,

He always seems to overwork himself, he really needs to sleep more often.