SCRIBBLES
Narancia kicked his legs back and forth as Mista hunched over him, scribbling on the snow white binder the younger teen wore with colourful permanent markers. The fabric was littered in bright doodles, such as little oranges, neon yellow smiley faces, electric green marijuana leaves, and crudely drawn dicks. Narancia beamed up at him, causing Mista's heart to feel like it swells several sizes. He shot him a lopsided grin, leaning down to pepper kisses along the side of his face as he continued to happily draw on the light fabric. As he pressed fluttery kisses all over Narancia's face, he scribbled bright red and pink hearts on his binder.
Narancia could feel his face and the tips of his ears grow fiery hot as Mista feathered kisses along his freckled skin, following the naturally marked path all the way down to his knuckles. He smiled at him before gently kissing his knuckles with a quiet hum, to which he chuckled sheepishly and grinned widely at the other teen.
"Nara, you're so cute, I hope you know that," Mista hummed, pressing a sweet kiss to his temple as he spoke. He swallowed down his bashfulness and tried to conceal the blush that stubbornly stuck itself to his cheeks, "Thanks, but you're the cute one, you huge fuckin' dork. You drew freakin' hearts all over my binder! You're such a goddamned sap and I love ya." Mista pouted and crossed his arm with an overdramatic huff, "I'm not a sap, I'm cool! I'm a super cool guy, the coolest." Narancia chuckled lightly and smiled warmly before he wrapped his arms around the elder teen's shoulder, humming happily as he buried his face into the crook of his neck, "Being a huge sap's not a bad thing though, I like it."
The other hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden physical affection. He soon melted into it and pulled him closer, wrapping his own arms around Narancia's middle. "Love ya too, Nara," he cooed and nuzzled his face against his. The shorter teen hummed in contentment as he cuddled up closer to his boyfriend with a warm smile, "You stink, dude, and your face is all scratchy." Mista playfully pushed him away and scoffed in mock offense, "You are so mean to me! I am hurt, Narancia Ghirga. Wounded even!" Narancia burst out cackling, jokingly and gently punching the other's shoulder, "Shut up, man."
He cleared his throat and made direct eye contact with the other as he spoke, "Guido Mista, I love you so much, it actually makes me sick."
"Love you too, even if you're a bully and a loser."
"Now you're the one being mean to me!"
"It's only rightful payback," the older teen snickered, pressing a light kiss behind his ear and holding him closer. The two proceeded to just sit there for the rest of the morning, limbs interlaced and lazily leaning against the kitchen table. They were finally interrupted by Fugo, who rolled his eyes at the sickeningly sweet displays of affection as he relayed the mission to the two of them, leading to them finally unlocking themselves to split off and get to work for the day.