#11 | you can lay on my shoulder

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you read the time on your phone─7:34. the two of you have been stuck in this locked storage room for what felt like ages─but was actually two hours.

before you could even register─your eyes started drooping, your head dipping slowly between your spread legs.

you felt you were gonna melt into the ground.

barou─noticing your body limp from exhaustion, sighed to himself and scooted from the wall opposite to you, to the wall next to you.

you─noticing the presence next to you─opened one drowsy eye at the male occupying the spot closest to you.

you raised a sloppy brow at him─he clicked his tongue and looked away.

"you can... rest you head on my shoulder..." then there was a pause, and a sense of hesitation. "if you want..."

his voice was the same as usual, but there was hint of... softness? or nervousness?

a ton of feelings erupted in your chest that you couldn't quite place.

you slowly but surely, rested your head on his shoulder─his whole body tensing for a moment but slowly melting into your touch.

barou's strong cologne and the warmth of the room made it humanly impossible for you to keep your eyes open.

you were out like a light. barou noticed─your head went fully limp on his shoulder and he realized how hesitant you were to put your full weight on his shoulder.

he chuckled a little─something that would make your whole body feel weak if you were conscious.

his gaze fixed on you─your head bobbing every now and then on his shoulder, the faint fluttering of your eye lashes ever so often. and not to mention the slight drool dripping down from your mouth which caused a repulsive look to fall onto his face.

yet, something about you made him stomach churn.

good? or bad? he wasn't sure.

but from what he knew, your whole existence seemed to tick him off.

so why was he thinking these thoughts?

his hand reached out to brush a strand of hair that was falling in front of your eyes─his maroon eyes examining your features like you were a dove blessing him with eternal happiness.

an action so small, made his insides practically explode.

he was having an internal battle with himself.

why was he doing this?

why did he care?

why was he staring at you like if he looked away for just a moment, you would disappear from existence?

why did his stomach flip when you laughed?

was it flipping? or was it fluttering?

he broke his eyes away from your sleeping form and groaned silently─then, laid his head back on the wall, looking up at the bleak ceiling.

what was this feeling?