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The loud thumping coming from of the living room of her house started her as she cautiously made her way to the front door, standing on her tiptoes to peek through the peephole her eyes widened at the sight through the small hole.
Yellow gloved fists banged endlessly on the door, almost knocking it off its hinges as a helmet wearing head hung low in defeat.
Opening the door upon seeing the upset Captor, [Name] gasped as the sobbing boy fell forward at the disappearance of the sturdy support
Climbing up from his fallen position he flung himself into the confused girl’s arms, wailing the entire time she hauled his weight inside her house and towards her kitchen.
She was usually greeted with an irritated Mituna, angry about Cronus’ constant bullying or his newest scrapes and bruises from his skateboard; things that were easily fixed with a simple band-aid or a ‘screw that sea-dweller’ comment.
This day was completely different, Mituna was a complete wreck and for once the poor [h/c] girl had no idea what to do.
He fell from her grip and unceremoniously plopped onto her tile floor, curling into a ball and bringing his hands up to cover his face.
“‘Tuna, what’s wrong? Tell me.” She softly said as she crouched down to stroke the few locks of hair poking from his helmet. “Did someone hurt you?”
At her touch the boy calmed his sobbing enough to listen to her, separating his fingers to peek through at the sight of a worrisome [Name].
“F-Fuck off. . .L-Leave me alone you thupid ath shitface!” He yelled as he covered his puffy eyes from her view once more. She disregarded his insults immediately. When no reaction was found from his words he rolled on his opposite side, ignoring her attempts of comfort and resumed his sobbing.
“Mituna, please tell me what happened so I can make it better!”
“You can’t make thith better! Latula dumped me! She doesthn’t like me anymore! Fix that shit you dumbath! UGH!”
Shock and anger filled the girl’s mind as she backed away from the crying boy, standing from the her spot next to him, she combed her hand through her hair and exited the kitchen silently to decompress her frustration.
Walking through her house until she reached the back door, she slid it open slowly, stepping out onto her large porch and sitting down on one of the patterned chairs with her head in her hands.
She groaned out in irritation as she thought of how Latula would end a relationship with someone as misunderstanding as Mituna.
Lifting her gaze from the ground a good fifteen minutes later, her eyes caught the bright colors of the flowers planted in the small garden in front of her. Standing up from her spot she wandered over to the plants and began picking mindlessly through the colours.
By the time she had walked back into the kitchen, Mituna had finished crying and was now propped against the wall with his legs sprawled out in front of him, his helmet removed and across the room, hinted that he had thrown it forcefully.
The girl slowly walked past it and sat cross legged beside the older boy, holding a small bouquet of sunflowers she mangled from her home garden in her lap. As his curiosity got the best of him, the messy headed male finally spoke up in a choked whisper.
“Why do you have thoth thingth in your hand?” He asked as his head drooped lower.
“For a certain bumblebee, don’t they like flowers?” She murmured sweetly as she rubbed his shoulder affectionately.
“Y-Yeah...” He agreed as he turned his head towards the the bouquet, his bloodshot eyes hidden behind curly raven locks.
Smiling, [Name] shuffled closer to the boy and kissed him on the cheek, making him gasp in surprise. She then picked out the biggest sunflower and began lacing it through his hair.
Her nimble fingers tickled the boys scalp and he quietly giggled, trying to hide the fact that he was feeling lighter at her touch. The [h/c] haired girl smiled and continued to place flowers in his hair thoroughly.
“There, all better?” She murmured as Mituna poked at the plants now sturdily drowned in his hair, facing his friend, he nodded slowly, mouthing a silent ‘yes’.
“Good. now why don’t I make something for lunch?” She replied as she rose from her spot on the floor and started towards the refrigerator. As she rummaged through the food inside the icebox, Mituna lifted himself up clumsily and followed behind her, grasping something in his gloved hands and blocking her path towards the counter, now with ingredients in tow.
Glancing up at the taller boy she tilted her head in confusion, until he lifted his arms and began tangling the last wilted sunflower in her [h/l] [h/c] locks.
After it was was knotted into her hair successfully, he smiled and gave the smaller girl a bear hug, resting his head atop of hers.
With her hands full, she couldn’t hug him back as badly as she wanted to, so instead she lifted her head and planted a butterfly kiss on his nose.
He laughed childishly at her gesture, his sharp teeth prominent as his lips stretched out in a smile.
He then sloppily kissed the girl on the cheek in return, releasing her from his hold and continuing to giggle loudly
“You’re such a dork.” [Name] commented as she placed the items down on the counter and began to open cabinets and drawers for utensils.
“At leath I don’t yank flowerth out of the ground juth to be thrown in thomeoneth hair!” He yelled as he kicked his helmet out of the corner it was thrown in, pushing it around like a lopsided soccer ball.
“Excuse me for making you feel better!” She argued back playfully as she set out plates for the two of them.
He met her side and began shaking his head violently, making the flowers fall from his crown and rain down on the shorter woman’s form. Looking up at him curiously, she was met with a small peck on the lips and more loud giggling.
“You’re excuthed, now make thome food. I’m fucking tharving!”
Shaking her head happily, she complied at his request and watched as he began picking the petals off the flowers, now sitting happily on the floor next to her as he muttered between petals
“She liketh me, she loveth me.”
She knew the answer to that better than the measly plant in Mituna's hand, and she hoped he did too.