Hermitcraft Oneshots and Requests

Sweater Weather

"Of course, dude." Doc spoke with a smile, before letting go of the shorter man. Ren had to stop himself from following the physical contact, knowing well that it would be awkward if he did. He wasn't sure exactly when he started feeling this way, but he cursed Doc for always being so touchy in the friendliest manner.

He didn't stand a chance.

Ren's house was the first to come into view, with Doc's just a little bit further down the street. Ren was quick to say goodbye before heading back home, glancing over to see Doc doing the same. With a heavy sigh, Ren made his way back into his room, ready to get some rest. It was getting late. His fingers were getting cold.

But his body still felt warm.

And extremely soft.

The man blinked, before realising that he was still wearing Doc's sweater.

The bits of white snow stood out against the dark grey fabric, the woollen textures oddly warm and comfortable. Inside the comforts of his home, the small white specks glistened in the light. Ren hugged his arms around himself, keeping the sweater close. However, keeping it was not an option. He had to return it.

He looked outside and bit his bottom lip. It was getting much too late to head out. The world outside was dark, and Doc could have fallen asleep already. He wouldn't want to disturb his friend.

He'd just return it in the morning.

Yeah. That's what he would do.

Right now, however, no one would notice if he were to wear it for just a little bit longer. Surely Doc wouldn't mind if he kept it on, right? He wouldn't know, anyways. Ren was sure that it wouldn't come up in conversation.

The sweater didn't shield him from the cold completely, but it did warm him up quite a lot, for which he was grateful. The woollen fabric was so soft, and he was tempted to take off the shirts he had underneath in favour of this one. The clothing had a bitter sweet scent, most likely from all the coffee Ren knew Doc tended to drink, especially when he did his work. It was such a familiar scent, the feeling so comforting that Ren didn't want to take it off.

So warm.

The sweater felt so warm.

And so did his chest.

Ren couldn't recall exactly when he started having feelings for Doc. They had been friends since childhood, and the two of them had stuck by each others' side through thick and thin.

At first, it wasn't very noticeable. Ren found himself hanging out with Doc a little bit more than what would be considered normal, but he brushed that off as being clingy. Besides, Doc didn't seem to mind, so there couldn't have been anything deeper happening under the surface.

However, in the months that followed his initial realisation, he found himself getting even closer to Doc. He'd notice the little things; a change in hairstyle, his taste in clothes. But as time went on, he started becoming entranced by certain features, such as the fond smile that played at his lips whenever Ren messed up, the bright sparkle in his eyes whenever he was passionate about something, and even the soft laughs and chuckles he let out so rarely.

Ren had tried so hard to deny those feelings, but he eventually made peace with that part of himself. If he was attracted to men, so be it. He had no idea how Doc would react, but he would hate to ruin what they had.

With a heavy sigh, Ren flopped down on his bed, his soft blankets cushioning the fall.

He needed to stop thinking about things that would never work out.