Last Weekend
"Matt!" you yelled, looking for the boy in question. You walked into the kitchen and saw him standing at the stove, wearing a pink apron. Apparently he hadn't seen you (or heard, for that matter) so you snuck up on him. You smirked and wrapped your arms around his waist. He let out a loud yelp, "[Na-name]!" you smiled at the shy boy and looked at his blushing face. "Sooo, watcha' making, Matt?" you asked him, teetering on your heels and trying to peek behind him.
His blush deepened. "Oh, um I'm just making you some pancakes." He stopped to think, "You do like, pancakes, right, [Name]?" he asked, worried. You grinned, he was so caring. "I love pancakes. Thank you, Matthew!" you hugged him. He blushed and hugged you back. Then he turned back to the stove and placed the pancakes into some plates. He had you go sit at the table and he brought over the plates.
You practically drowned yours in maple syrup. He poured himself twice as much as you did. You stared at his food, mouth gaping open. He looked up at you, thinking he did something wrong. "Wh-what's wrong, [name]?" he asked, freaking out. You shook your head, "Oh, nothing. But that's a lot of syrup." You told him. He looked from you to his pancakes and back. He gave a shy little laugh that you found extremely cute. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, eating your syrup soaked pancakes.
Kumajirou walked in and crawled into Matthew's lap. He glared daggers at you and you opened your mouth, shocked. How could such a cute polar bear be so evil? He turned to look at his owner, smiling happily. He opened his mouth and pointed at it. Matthew gave him a piece of pancake. Kumajirou ate it, quickly, and jumped down to the floor. He crawled under the table, where you couldn't see him. Out of nowhere a burning pain shoots up your right leg. You lift your leg out from under the table. Kumajirou's mouth is latched onto your leg. His teeth were digging further into your leg. Matthew stood up quickly, going to grab his pet off of you. "M-Matt! Get him off, please!" you yelled, pain overwhelming you. He carefully pulled the "cute" bear from your leg.
He went and got a small towel, ice, and rubbing alcohol. "[name], this is going to sting." He warned you. You looked down at him, blushing at how close his head was to you. You hissed at the feeling of the alcohol on your wounds. "S-sorry, [name]." he said, feeling bad for your pain. He asked you if you could walk. You attempted to stand up, but couldn't. He lifted you up, bridal style, and took you to his room. He placed you on his bed and put your leg up on pillows. You smiled at his kindness. He had his face close to yours. You gently leaned in and kissed his lips.