When he had awakened, he discovered that he was close enough to the other as for his liking, and if he had not controlled his impulses by a miracle he would have kicked the white-boned one to throw him out of his bed, the first seconds he was upset, he did not remember how it happened because of morning habits that he could not remember before sleeping, he was acting under the influence of sleep and he feared he had done something worse, why was the damn depressive sleeping next to him? He could resign himself to staying there until he could realize that his behavior was being exaggerated or dramatic, Ink was scared last night, and like a good monster he allowed him to sleep next to him to take the pressure off him.
Ink's face was angelic, his mouth was slightly open which the air passed very slowly, providing small snoring that honestly made Error striking and curious, it was a noise not so annoying, it could even be "tender" for others. However, it was still uncomfortable to have another boy in the same bed and too close, he was getting overwhelmed and it was best to get up before...
"Error, Ink, it's time to have breakfast-" His older brother's voice was suspended in the air when he opened the door and saw that scene that could be misinterpreted by other eyes, Error was taking Ink's shoulder to wake him up and since he couldn't see both faces from the older man's perspective, he feared the worst.
"Huh? He is sleeping!"
"SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING KISSING HIM WHILE HE'S SLEEPING?!"
"I'm not kissing him! I'm waking him up, you idiot!" The exclamation of the jet against Geno's screams began to intensify, waking up Ink, who carved his sockets with a start, he looked like a pussy because of the little jump that hit him, both brothers fell silent.
" What's going on here...?" He said softly, audible to everyone, Geno sighed, taking a deep breath before approaching and sitting on the edge of the bed with a forced smile, because approaching Error did not let him act soft with his new friend.
"Nothing serious." He muttered, receiving a sharp look from Error "I came to tell you that it is time for breakfast."
Geno got up again looking sideways as Ink sat down in his position little by little, yawning, he had slept quite well, it had been a long time since he had that warmth near him and the feeling of being protected, he looked at Error who was distracted watching by where his brother had gone, and without finding the words to thank him, he simply got out of bed in silence while he searched his backpack for his change clothes and approached the threshold to say.
"Good morning, I... I'm going to change." He left at a slow pace leaving Error still on the bed.
Sitting and frustrated, he couldn't believe Geno thought that way about him, like kissing him? I was barely talking to him weeks ago! It pissed him off disappointed that he saw him with such intentions while he was the one who was picking on the worst guy. He let out a sigh realizing a certain paper that was on the ground, confused he got up after turning his bones and picking up the sheet, he was... Surprised.
It was a drawing of him, well drawn and he seemed to have experience in what he did, it was done in graphite pencil so it was worn with the smudges, and by visually investigating the scene you could understand that the sheet came from your friend's bag. Ink had drawn it? He turned his wrist to examine the paper from all angles, if there were any signatures or words, but there was nothing more than his delicate line, it was just a portrait of how he looked at the window, which he normally did when not paying attention to the classes, he felt watched.
If the page was wrinkled, it meant that Ink was not convinced of his work, so it was better to keep it, he did not know why he kept it, but inside he felt flattered, nobody comes and draws you for no reason. He folded it and put it in the drawer of his night table and put on his clothes from the day before, unhygienic but he did not care enough, and with a sleepy step he went down the stairs to a new day, he did not know how to look at his face anyway, it was still shocking to have slept with a friend, a new experience that took him out of his routine, and the worst thing was that he had rested well.
He was at breakfast reflecting, while Geno was still in the kitchen making breakfast, since his mother had not yet arrived, he had to play that role to survive and keep the beasts he had as brothers calm, and he did not complain, he was entertained by the hobby of cooking, if it weren't because a certain boy was hugging him from behind making his movement impossible.
"Reaper, I'm making breakfast." He said seriously, growling as the aforementioned clung to the grip, a loose one. "Go wait for him like them."
"I don't want to receive the murderous look from your brother. And he sure will be making out with Ink." Though he was elbowed in the chest.
"I'm not going to ask if you heard my screams, I already have it clear." More than preparing something five stars, I was just pouring the cereal portions into the bowls, different according to the preferences of the three brothers. ''In the end it was not that, just a misunderstanding."
"Apparently last night left you crazy. Heh." And he got another nudge.
"Rather traumatized."
Reaper laughed a bit pained, and let go of him, he was still wearing his pajamas and after a while he would leave, he also had a brother to be with or that's what he always said. Geno and his errant left the dishes on the table, apparently Ink still did not come down and that was worrying everyone, Fresh was not there either, but it was clear that he was still sleeping, they already had the habit of letting him sleep late, although more than anything he just shut himself up to talk to his friends. Geno put his things aside and ignoring everyone went to the bathroom where the child should be.
Meanwhile, Ink was looking at himself in the mirror, he had been changing until he remembered that he did not have the patch hiding the dark spot on his cheek, he was absorbed in reality, and only remembered Error's words. What did it matter to have that brand? Be like that? He did not know, he was putting pressure on himself for wanting to accept what it cost him, he looked horrible, he hated the way it looked, and he had to wash his face several times hoping that the tears would stop coming out, he felt ashamed of having a low in the middle of the morning, even so the loss of colors was also affected to him, there was no beauty, he saw deformity.
He made an effort to swallow, and was scared when he felt a hand run down his back to his shoulder, he looked at Geno with his eyes covered with tears, and in seconds he was hugged by him, allowing him to cry more calmly. After a few seconds, Geno was already drying his tears to kiss him on the forehead, and asking if he could help with something, Ink asked if he had something to cover his cheek, and affirming the gesture, he asked the patch.
After five minutes they went down to the dining room and began to eat in silence, sepulchral, whenever Error and Geno exchanged glances, the atmosphere was much more tense than before, Ink, decided to leave early before feeling more guilty about many things.
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On Monday, he had started on the right foot, there was nothing but clouds that covered the soy and with such a grayish appearance he could sigh calmly, sitting in his position he thought he was alone when he took out his sketchbook, it was the third recess and time for lunch for others, but he used it to have a good time alone to free himself, Geno had accompanied Blue and the group to the patio, and they had left him at his own request, alone in the living room. Error came out the door after ten minutes of recess and had startled Ink.
"Hey." He greeted, normally they both did not have talks at the institute, they were not necessary either, and from time to time the child made it uncomfortable to recall the first conversation he had had with him. Yet there the two of them were alone in the living room, with the curtains and walls concealing their talk.
"No, no..." It would be worse to say yes, it was a lie, he knew he could fight fear, even if it cost, Ink stopped resting his feet on Geno's seat allowing the other to sit down, Error appreciated the gesture, but preferred his, the minor had to turn around to see it. "This is not my living room, I can't refuse you to come in."
"And why don't you become the president? Be the president and dictate that this will be your private office at recess, so you are left to your own devices." He shrugged and ate a piece of chocolate. Ink wrinkled his face.
"I could not. Also... I prefer the company, believe it or not..."
"Are you still traumatized by the movie?" Questioned Error, and as always, he kept laughing so as not to bother the other "There is no one here but me and you, you and me. I'm not going to yell at you and deform my face and then eat you. Or murder you."
"You m-make it worse."
"Sorry."
The silence that formed was not tense, although Ink was hugging his knees from sleep and nodding, Error noticed that. The jet did not always like to talk, it was a miracle that he had the patience to be the one who had the initiative to start a conversation and much more the moment to prolong his sentences, Ink appreciated it, and he felt more willing to fight against the fear.
This could be associated with a silent connection, those that could only be understood without words, a special and unique one that both were sharing at that moment, between them they were making agreements without having to look at each other to understand their acts of will, Error learning not to throw it away to lose with bad comments and be more patient, while Ink was to stand firm, not get lost in the dark and not fall for a comment without bad intentions, anyway a conversation could not be made if none of their collaboration was placed.
Ink whispered, so that he could be heard.
"Last night... I had a nightmare about Friday's movie." With a pout, Ink looked away. "I-I remembered your words... And... I felt alone. That r-room is very cold."
"What made you remember the movie?"
"Nothing in particular..." He lied, disappointing the support he was creating to allow himself to be consoled by the other, he still did not feel ready to talk about his aunt, she had been the culprit of the previous day, common for him, but he still did not have the capacity to bear such horror.
Error got up from his post, and approached the other only to give him, with some difficulty, a pat on the head, very gently, sitting next to him later, he would wait long enough to know when to speak again and not spoil the talk they had. Ink was very delicate to jet impulses.
Although something stopped them, rather, someone interrupted his peaceful company, causing Error to make a face of annoyance and Ink uncomfortable.
"Error. There you are, you sack of shit." The one who entered was a boy who always wore the hood, and he did not have a friendly expression, his look intimidated Ink. He approached the pair with annoyance, so that within seconds Error's group entered with the possessive gesture. "This is my living room, the others out" And that's what the youngest wanted to do. "What are you doing here escaping from us? This is the fifth fucking time you've done it this month."
"Problem with that?"
"I shit on your dead, of course it is, can't you see that we are planning a group outing and you just leave?! What are you doing with that mute?"
"His name is Ink." Error sighed, little by little he had lowered his hand to reach the other, and give him a squeeze so that he did not lose his calm, he immediately released him.
"Inkteresting." Killer, one of the teammates in the group had heard the name and took the opportunity to make a joke that upset some, typical of him, almost a book reached his face, on the part of another who had entered silently together to Dust, the one in the hood, this one had a broken skull. "That almost blew my head off."
"Shut up, tentaculophilic."
"Look who's talking, in love with a whore."
"Can you leave your discussions for another time?" Error was about to stand up and get into the discussion, but the trio started laughing, not mocking, if not one that was totally common for the group, getting upset with each other was extremely normal, although it was still very uncomfortable for Ink, who, silently began to draw creating an invisible curtain. The one with the blue marks turned his back on him, to make his attempt to go to another world more achievable while he had their conversation. "Nightmare where is he?"
"He's around hitting Cross hard." Dust said, sitting in his position resting his feet on the table "Surely in the bathroom."
"No. Probably where they keep the cleaning devices." Killer mused in mockery.
"And since when do you support the intentions to fuck you, Killer?" Horror laughed sarcastically, apparently he was more animated than other times, according to Ink, or maybe because Lust was not around, the one with the broken skull was always silent when he was close.
"It doesn't bother me, but it does bother you that your boyfriend cheats on you even with things. Wait, so damn he broke your head."
"Pff!" Dust began to laugh out loud.
"First of all. He is not my partner, what he does with his life is worthless to me. Second. The son of a bitch cums really fast."
Error rolled the sockets, it was normal that they did not go with the flow, even so he was with them, Ink did not understand various expressions, so the confusion helped him not to put his nose.
The topic of same-sex couples was daily bread, that course was known to be mostly homosexual, in that school it was normal, they supported the motion that boys be with boys, surely due to the fact that they were only men. who were in that room, however outside the doors of the school jail those topics were wrapped in taboo, if anything was mentioned or seen about this war of sexuality they could raise their hands and threaten society, it was like that, even for the monsters hated that there was love between men, they could not bear it and could cause calamities such as hurting a stranger for just being gay that empire of knowledge was a refuge, and many times it had been denounced for such acts, the community was quite homophobic.
"So where are you going to do the meeting?" Error spoke when silence was present. Dust pecked him with his foot taking advantage of the fact that he was in a position behind.
"To the cinema, then we will go to the usual alley to smoke some cigarettes, then at the next meeting it will be in one of the houses for a few good drinks."
"I lend the car." Mentioned Horror.
"I'll pay for the tickets." Killer said, sitting at the table belonging to Outer and Reaper, they hadn't arrived yet, so there would be no problems.
"Nightmare the food and Cross the chocolate, although of course he does not know that, we are going to steal it from him as usual." Dust laughed.
"Sounds good to me, the stupid has more chocolate than dignity."
"And what will you do, Error? Remember that everyone does something."
Since they invited Cross, He can't give his chocolate. It was justified.
"I can think of something." Horror said, willingly, this was sitting in the vacant position that existed in the room. "Why don't you take your new friend? And so we divide the entries in half each. Don't you think, Killer?"
"Sure, so I contribute less."
"Hey! I have no cigars for one more!"
"I do not smoke." Error said, and glanced at Ink, he seemed to have fallen asleep because of how calm he was hiding his head in his arms. "Ink either, although I don't think he can."
"Sure you do, to be with his Romeo and then Horror lends you the car and they have a good chunk while we smoke."
"Dust, you're worse than Lust, seriously." Horror complained.
"Shut up, you son of a bitch, I'll make you another hole. I just speak, but Lust skips words to the immediate hunt, fuck, he keeps grossing me out."
"A little." The one with the broken skull sighed. The people were coming, so he retired to his table.
"Then it's decided." Dust hit Error again, who was able to stand up and hit him with a book. "Just sit at your post. Your little brother is going to yell at you for making the mute cry again."
"Dammit. Are you going to remind me of that all the time? He fell asleep, that's all."
Error grabbed a pencil and quickly wrote a note on a sheet of the notebook that he assumed was Geno's, and left it in Ink's arms to return to his seat, this note said.
"My idiotic friends have invited you to go to the movies with us, this weekend, don't worry about the tickets, I'll pay, and they're not that bad, just rude and grotesque but they won't attack you or anything for the style.
Tomorrow you tell me how are you. "
He was a bit insecure, but it was worth trying, anyway, he had changed his mind, he did not want Ink to be a decoy for Reaper and Geno. No, what he was going to do was get him away from the two of them, he didn't want Ink to get together with Reaper, it would be the last straw, he was going to keep him out of trouble at all costs... Although he didn't know if taking him with his friends was a good idea.
Fate would decide.
[Time remaining: 5 months. 5 days ]