《When I'm with You》11
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Razor woke up before Bennett the next morning and almost forgot where he was.
Throat hurts.. Razor frowned. He had pushed himself a bit too much the day before, but he couldn't help it. He really wanted to tell Bennett all about himself.
Razor looked down to see Bennett hugging his torso and blushed. He had replaced the pillow Bennett usually hugged when he slept.
Bennett sighed in his sleep cutely and Razor wanted to coo. Gently, Razor attempted to push Bennett away so he could get up, but he wasn't successful. Instead he was met by Bennett's whines of protest.
Razor gave up and decided to just admire his crush's face. Bennett's eyes were a bit puffy from crying the day before.
With a soft smile, Razor stroked Bennett's back, comforting the boy as he slept. Bennett instinctively moved forward, getting closer to Razor.
Finally, a few moments later, Bennett woke up slowly."..What happened to my pillow- AH! Oh- Razor." Bennett sat up quickly, pulling away from Razor.
Razor raised an eyebrow at the boy.
"I'm so sorry-"
Razor shook his head, assuring Bennett that everything was okay.
Bennett frowned,"How long were you awake for?"
Razor shrugged, not wanting to admit that he had stared at Bennett for so long while he slept.
Bennett stretched cutely and got out of bed,"Let's get ready together." Razor followed the male, admiring how cute he looked in his pajamas.
・:*:・
Bennett and Razor entered school together for the first time. "I just realized, you're always at your desk before I get here."
Razor shrugged.
"If it weren't for you, I would've probably been late today like usual." Bennett blushed.
The two males sat down in their seats together, and Bennett turned to face Razor.
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Razor looked at him, asking "what?" With a simple facial expression.
Bennett made a face,"Do you think we're closer now?"
Razor's eyebrows drew together in confusion and Bennett blushed.
"I-I mean.. like.. after what you told me yesterday.. and.. I don't know I'm not making sense-"
"..Always felt.. close to you." Razor spoke softly.
Bennett's eyes widened hearing Razor speak to him while they were still at school. "Ah- r-really?"
Razor nodded.
Why does this feel.. intimate? Bennett nervously fidgeted with his hands,"That's good. I want you to feel comfortable with me."
"..I feel.. more than comfortable with you." Razor admitted.
Bennett was unsure of how to respond, but fortunately the teacher had arrived.
He was finally starting to realize that some of his and Razor's actions were slightly more than friendly. And I think I like it..
"Class, turn your textbooks to page 357." Albedo spoke.
Razor turned to see Bennett not moving, as he was lost in his own thoughts. Thoughtlessly, he put his textbook in between the two of them and nudged Bennett slightly.
"Oh. Oops." Bennett rushed to pull out his notebook. He managed focus for five minutes before doodling on his notebook.
Razor is a very good friend. Bennett thought, writing out Razor's name without realizing it. I'm glad he trusts me enough to talk to me about his life and his problems. Bennett added a few stars around Razor's name.
Throughout the rest of class, Bennett thought about the traits of Razor that he thoroughly enjoyed.
Razor on the other hand, couldn't contain his blush. Why did he write my name in his notebook so many times?
Razor looked away and tried to focus on the lecture. He couldn't help but wonder what was going through Bennett's head.
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・:*:・
"I saw that they have icecream today~" Bennett cheered approaching Razor carefully.
Razor hid his smile. Bennett always worked two times harder when it came to walking with food. Usually Razor offered to hold it for the male, but he could tell Bennett would rather he it on his own.
"I'll go back and get some after I eat my food." Bennett spoke.
Razor shook his head and pointed to himself.
"Why~ I'm perfectly capable of getting two ice cream cones."
Razor narrowed his eyes at the boy.
"Okay. I may not be.. but that's only when I'm too excited, or my shoes are untied.."
"Fine." Razor spoke gently.
Bennett smiled at his tiny victory and finished his fries. "I'm gonna go get them now!" The boy hopped up from his spot and made his way into the building.
A few minutes later, Bennett was doing his cute cautious walk back towards Razor.
"See! I told yo-" Bennett tripped and dropped the ice creams.
Razor sprung up, moving to catch the boy, but not getting to him in time, as he had been sitting on the floor, and Bennett was quite a distance away.
Bennett watched as the icecream he had gotten fall on the ground as he stumbled and fell. Razor quickly approached the male.
Bennett sat up and Razor helped the boy to their spot. ".. I feel like crying." Bennett spoke and Razor panicked, trying to think of a way to make Bennett feel better about his misfortune.
Bennett just sighed, laying his head on Razor's shoulder and frowning softly.
Razor grimaced softly and discreetly looked at Bennett's legs to see if the boy had injured himself when he had tripped.
Ah.. there's a few cuts..
Razor opened his bag and took out the first aid kit he'd started carrying for Bennett. The boy was injured so often that Razor decided to purchase one. Of course, he didn't tell Bennett that it was for him. Razor figured Bennett would feel embarrassed by it.
"I don't want the Band-Aids." Bennett spoke. He was pouting cutely.
Razor turned to face Bennett and Bennett looked right back at him, into his eyes. ".. You feel disappointed.. but I want to help.."
Bennett just looked away from Razor with a soft frown and allowed the male to help him out. Razor gently placed Bennett's legs across his lap and cleaned the scrapes before bandaging them.
He finished and moved Bennett's legs, standing up and going to throw away the dirtied ice cream cones.
He returned to Bennett a moment later with two fresh cones for the two of them. Bennett frowned,"You didn't have to get me one."
Razor narrowed his eyes at the pouting boy.
"Take."
Bennett took the ice cream with a huff and waited for Razor to sit down next to him so he could rest his head on the male's shoulder.
"Feel better?" He asked with concern.
Bennett nodded placing his free hand on top of Razor's. Razor looked down and decided to just go for it. He flipped his hand over and laced his fingers with Bennett's, trying to contain his blush as he looked away and ate his ice cream.
Bennett looked down in surprise, his stomach fluttering with butterflies. Oh? He thought to himself for a moment before something dawned on him.
Ohhh...
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