dappledleaves | meme for pocky /high school AU meme

Yeah. I'll put a towel down just in case. [He puts out the original candle, only because that should lower the different scents and move the others around so the area is lit enough. Then he opens the window just a little, adding a towel over the desks so if the rain did come in, it wouldn't get too damp. It is a bit cold though and Sinclair retreats to his cupboard to put on a fluffy hoodie]

Let me know if it gets too much and I'll put it out.

Alright.

[ Oria looks past the window. The storm is still raging on, which means power probably won't be working anytime soon...

But it does get a little chilly, so Oria follows Sinclair, sitting wherever he does. If he puts out more candles, then that's less warmth. It somehow makes sense in his fuzzy brain right now. ]

Cold again...

[ He's too lazy to get his own hoodie. ]

A little. But at least we're inside.

[Sinclair sits back down on his bed, leaving more than enough room for Oria. He reaches out to take Oria's hand.]

Warmer?

No.

[ The scent of vanilla is so strong that his headache has already settled in and he's started to give less fucks already. It hasn't even been ten minutes.

So he hugs Sinclair from the side, nuzzling into his warm hoodie. ]

[Aaaaaaa? Oria is...nuzzling him? Sinclair flushes, and he reaches up with one hand to pet Oria's hair gently]

No?

No...

[ Oria takes his glasses off, tossing them on the other bed, and then buries his face into the hoodie sweater. ]

Still cold.

[ Sinclair swallows a little and he turns into the hug so he can wrap his arms around Oria properly, even if it means Oria's now going to nuzzle into his neck.]

Even now?

[Be still his heart; Oria's just doing this because he's grumpy]

Mm... it's warmer now.

[ Oria's face is now buried into Sinclair's neck as he breathes out a content sigh. ]

Warmer...

[Sinclair's pulse quickens a little and his cheeks turn a brighter red as Oria's breath ghosts over his skin. But he'll squeeze Oria gently in turn]

Take all the warmth you need.

[ Oria feels like Sinclair just got warmer, since he's basically burying his face into the crook of his neck... ]

Are you getting sick?

[ He has a legitimate reason to ask, okay. ]

I'm not. [Oria, please. He'll rub his hand soothingly over Oria's back] Are you?

Maybe you're just naturally warm then...

[ Oria breathes into the fabric. Warm!! He says, muffled: ]

I dunno.

Maybe. You do run a bit cooler than most...

[Sinclair hums softly in acknowledgement, his heart beat slowly easing into something more steady as he nuzzles at Oria's hair in turn, a little carefully. He smells nice...]

Maybe you should rest early, just in case.

But then I'll be cold...

[ aka he doesn't want to let go of Sinclair right now. Let him latch onto him like a koala! Be clingy! For once!!! In fact, he hugs Sinclair tighter. ]

Oh. [Sinclair blushes again and he hugs Oria in turn. This is a nicer hug than before...] Do you want to stay on my bed then?

[It's not weird. They haven't shared a bed since they were kids but. Let him cope]

Mm.

[ His head continues to feel fuzzy. He probably shouldn't be doing this and he wonders if this is what it's like being drunk--being somewhat self-aware but continuing to make horrible decisions. ]

Only if you're in it...

[He nuzzles a little at Oria's temple, willing himself not to blush all over again. He's very much overwhelmed now]

Okay. I'll stay put for you.

[Luckily for both of them, Sinclair's fox plush has a home on top of his dresser, and the long panda has a home on his seat. So there's plenty of room on his bed now]

You do so much for me.

[ Oria yawns with his face still into Sinclair's neck. ]

Maybe I'm the one feeling sick. Then...

[ Sinclair shouldn't be so close to him. ]

[He strokes over Oria's hair]

From getting cold, right? Then you should lie down with me.

[Lying down was better than sitting for someone who was unwell]

Okay.

[ That's all the warning Sinclair gets when Oria tips them both over on Sinclair's bed with Oria partially on top, but all he does is try to get close to Sinclair for warmth. ]

I remember... we used to do this.

[Well. So much for his attempts to calm his racing heart. But his arms stay wrapped around Oria, one hand petting his hair soothingly]

Me too. During all those sleepovers.

[ Up until they were 12? 13? It wasn't uncommon to find them sharing the same bed, limbs tangled up in sleep]

Why did we stop again?

Because I went to a boarding school.

[ And Sinclair only transferred this year. ]

... I missed this.

...me too. [ He holds Oria close, soaking up his warmth]

You know, I missed you like crazy when you got sent here.

[ Sinclair's parents had adamantly refused to put Sinclair in boarding school, even though he had wanted to follow Oria for some time. He had argued, but had been shut down without question. It had been unfair, or so Sinclair had thought at the time. He had wanted to be with his best friend, his parents just thought he would be too fragile for the type of person boarding schools tended to create]

I missed you too. I remember earlier on when I first came here, I thought it was so boring here without you... but it's not like we never saw each other. I still went back home often and I would go visit you like... every few months.

[ But it's nice, hearing that he missed him. ]

Mm. Those times were great but it wasn't really the same.

[ Significantly less late night calls, talking about nothing in particular...it felt like he had been missing out on a lot.]

It was nice though, knowing you had a friend in Cethin.

[There's genuine warmth there, not even an ounce of jealousy when it came to Cethin. Friends were important ]

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