Nani sat cross-legged on his bed, surrounded by his beloved plushies. The soft golden glow of the evening sun filtered through his curtains, casting a warm light on the room. He hugged a tiny bear plush close to his chest, staring at the ceiling as his thoughts spiraled out of control.
For weeks now, Sky had been acting... *different.* It wasn’t the usual teasing or playful annoyance. No, this was something else entirely. It was as if Sky had suddenly shifted gears, moving from being a cheeky nuisance to someone... flirty.
“Why does he have to be like this?” Nani mumbled, squishing the bear tighter.
Sky’s teasing had always been annoying, but it was predictable. The casual jokes, the harmless jabs—it was a dynamic Nani had grown used to. But now, Sky was throwing him off balance.
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It wasn’t just the words Sky used; it was the *way* he said them.
“Looking cute today, Nani,” Sky had said just the other day, his voice soft, his gaze lingering a second too long.
Nani had rolled his eyes, trying to brush it off. “You’re delusional, Sky.”
But instead of laughing it off, Sky had leaned in closer, his breath warm against Nani’s ear. “You’re cute when you deny it, too.”
The memory alone made Nani blush furiously. He buried his face into the bear plush, groaning.
It wasn’t just the flirting, either. Sky had started casually touching him more—grabbing his wrist to pull him along, resting an arm on his shoulder, even playfully lifting him off the ground when he was being stubborn.
“Stop manhandling me, you brute!” Nani had snapped once, smacking Sky’s shoulder.
Sky had only laughed, his grip firm. “I wouldn’t need to if you’d just listen to me, tiny.”
“I’m not tiny!” Nani had huffed, crossing his arms.
But even as he protested, he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. He hated how Sky’s smirks and confident remarks seemed to pierce right through his carefully constructed facade.
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Nani prided himself on being composed, cool, and in control. But Sky? Sky had this infuriating way of making him unravel.
It started small—stumbling over his words when Sky caught him off guard, blushing when their hands brushed accidentally, and, worst of all, pouting like a child whenever Sky teased him.
“You know, Nani, you’re kind of adorable when you pout,” Sky had said once, poking Nani’s cheek.
Nani had smacked his hand away, his face burning. “Shut up, Sky.”
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop his cheeks from turning crimson.
And Sky *knew*. He knew exactly how to get under Nani’s skin, and he seemed to enjoy every second of it.
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“I can’t take it anymore!” Nani groaned, flopping onto his bed dramatically.
He turned to the row of plushies lined up against his pillow, their tiny button eyes staring back at him as if they were silently judging him.
“Why does he have to act like this?” Nani asked them, his voice filled with exasperation. “I mean, he’s always been annoying, but this... this is something else!”
He grabbed a bunny plush and shook it gently. “Do you know how hard it is to keep my cool when he’s being like that? I feel like my brain short-circuits every time he looks at me with that stupid smirk!”
