🛹🥐 Bryan & Russle's day out

Bryan adjusted the hem of his sweater, eyes flicking to Russle, who was leaned against the school’s brick wall, mindlessly bopping his head to whatever music was playing in his headsets. His curls bounced with each bop, the neon lights illuminating from his headphones a light blue glow in his clothes.

Russle wasn’t paying attention—until Bryan leaned in, and carried him over his shoulder - more than enough closeness enough for Russle to hear... “Dude, your ass is like… unnecessarily fat...” Bryan squinted, lips smirking

Russle slowly lowered his headphones, side-eyeing him with that signature, unimpressed stare at first before snapping into a soft joke-y attitude; “Thanks! :3” He slid his headphone back into place as if nothing had happened.

Bryan, satisfied and amused by the reaction, chuckled. He liked making Russle react, even if it was just to call him an idiot with a fat ass...

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As the day persisted.. later that night, they were sprawled on the floor of Bryan’s room, the glow of the game screen bounced off their faces. Russle was bundled up in the thickest hoodie he owned, sleeves covering his hands as he furiously tapped at his handheld console- laying ass up...with a comfortable Bryan resting upon it- ass to ass.. (indirectly)

Russle noticed. "I guess it doubles as a seat..." He flushed

There was no immediate response- Bryan was locked back into the game at that point. A minute passes, and Bryan huffed with a smirk at the comment. He rolled his eyes, arms finding themselves nonchalantly at the back of his head. Hanging out with Russle had this weird way of making time slow down. In a good way.

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The next morning, Bryan showed up at school wearing a black and blue varsity jacket—his usual. But next to him, Russle strolled in, donning an identical one, just with different detailing.

Bryan stopped in his tracks. “Wait. Are we matching?”

Russle took a sip from his juice box, amused, with a smirk. “Yeah.”

Bryan blinked, then grinned, wrapping an arm around Russle’s shoulders and shaking him playfully. “Aww, you love me.”

Russle made a face, his cheeks flushed.. trying to push him off. “Goddd... shut up.” He pouts

Bryan only laughed, and Russle, despite himself, smiled behind his curls.