Entwined (Spot x Ethan)

Promises

Spot's POV

The moment our team arrived back into Rhode Island I rushed and barged across the corridor towards my dorm room, not caring if my rain-saturated furs splashed around the place. Running upstairs dashing through corners did I stop in front of the door, panting like a dog I was.

I promised Ethan to have some fun tonight after my mission was accomplished but now I'm late, like super fucking late... Why do I always fuck up things he look forward to?

I waited for the automatic door gilded open, only to see a small boy shivering and crying beneath the sheets. Poor thing, so I thought as I walked up and patted him on the head. The figure flinched at first, then popped out of the bed looking at me.

"Spot..." Ethan pouted with a hoarse voice, probably from all the weeping. His sniffling steadied, wiping off the tears with his arm.

"You been fucked in the face?" His words had me going blank for a second, and shook back to reality. Not so poor anymore, is he?

"Says the one crying on my bed like a bitch, and why are you wearing my shirt?" I struck back with the same force. But for real though why is he on my shirt?? It's clearly over-sized for him!

He pivoted his head not answering. And I simply sighed, rolling my eyes.

"I'll go get a shower." With that being said I headed to the bathroom.

Ethan was right. I looked like shit, not just my face. Bruises, bandages, black eyes (they're already black though), all over my body and my furs were tangled and covered with blood and reeking of metals and dirt. They're still soaked wet from the running plus they're sticking with my clothes. It's gonna be like hell cleaning myself.

-Timeskip-

Getting out of the shower with new clothes on, I saw how Ethan had regained his composure and changed back into his bored ass attitude, fidgeting his yo-yo as if nothing happened before back. The rain still showed no sign of ceasing but deteriorating, as the windows began squeaking from the violent tempest hitting nonstop with fragments of droplets drizzled through along the frosty mist.

"Why are you so late?" He asked in the second I walked out while glaring at my body with those chameleon orbs, trying to sound nonchalantly. But as hard as he tried to stay calm, I could still sense a hint of anger harboured.

Well, time to face my torment.

"Doctor underestimated the level of this mission and decided not to bring a medic along, then shit's gone crazy and, of course, we lost."

"I thought you can heal too, no?" He mocked.

"Shut the fuck up."

He turned his back on me, continuing his fidgeting. A stunning loud thunderclap stroke down from outside, obviously scaring the little boy since he jumped pretty hard. When he took notice of me watching, he threw a pillow at me.

"Don't you dare laugh at me!" He huffed under his breath, clearly in a temper. That's when I realized he was no joking around. He's serious.

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"I'm sorry."

He twisted towards me and squinted at me.

"What are you apologizing for?" He raised an eyebrow, lowering the other.

"For laughing?"

"AND?" He frowned, causing me to panic a little.

"...For making you worried."

"...And?" He suddenly leaned close to me, tilting his head slightly with his pupils enlarged while his hands pressing on my thigh. His gaze clinched on me along his eyebrows.