Acid rain, a more deadly version of boiling rain, attacked Bonesborough mercilessly as it fell from the sky, destroying anything and everything that wasn't protected by protective bubbles. In situations like these, the children of Hexside were forced to stay inside the school until their parents or legal guardians could come and safely pick them up. For many it was an annoyance, but not a giant one, as many student's parents arrived within moments of being notified to whisk their children back home and to safety on their staffs. Well, most students had the luxury.
"What do you mean you're not coming?!" Boscha's shout echoed through the near-empty halls of Hexside, as the majority of students and staff had already left. Only a few people remained in the school, such as the janitors, some teachers, and in this case, Boscha herself. The poor girl was left to pace back and forth by the front door of the school as she spoke to her mother on her scroll. "Where even are you guys?" she asked, and a murmur could be heard from the other end of her call.
"Oceanmond? Why are you guys there?" she asked before receiving another murmur. "Wha—You had to take him now instead of waiting for me?! Is his birthday really that much more important than my own safety?" Boscha asked, angry that her parents would take the annoying wart that was her little brother out of town first before making sure she was okay first.
"Yes, I understand you only turn 10 once, but—yeah, but—that isn't fai—grr, fine!" she shouted before hanging up on her mother. She growled and pulled her hair in anger, needing something, anything to take her frustration out on. She turned, and with a shout threw her scroll at the nearest wall, hoping the satisfying crash would do anything to ease and calm her down. But the crash of destruction never came as a hand reached out and grabbed the scroll just before it could make contact. Kevin stared down at the scroll in his hand and eyed Boscha questioningly.
"Trouble in paradise, princess?" he asked, walking over to her and offering her scroll back. The witch murmured a quiet 'thanks' as she took it back from him.
"When isn't there?" she asked rhetorically while rolling all three eyes. "What are you doing here? I thought you would've left a while ago with Luz and whatever her name is, her witch mom I'll call her."
"Luz and Amity were picked up by Eda a while ago; I had to stay behind because I got detention. Apparently giving your Abomination a dick is 'inappropriate' and 'offensive' and 'against school rules,'" Kevin said with finger quotes, causing Boscha to shake her head in disappointment. Of course the dumbass would do something like that and get in trouble. She really needed her brain examined because why did she like him of all people.
"Why did you give your Abomination a dick?"
"Well, my friend Nyroc and I were talking at lunch, and we both agreed it would be a funny thing to do. But he didn't think I was brave enough to do it, so we made a bet on whether or not I'd do it."
"I hope winning was worth the detention, idiot," Boscha said, causing Kevin to laugh.
"It will be when he has to come to school tomorrow in a very special outfit I picked out for him," Kevin said with a smile and a familiar glint in his eyes. Boscha didn't know who Nyroc was, but she felt bad for him; titan knows what this freak was going to make him wear. "So what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing's wrong; I'm perfectly fine. Why do you ask?" Boscha lied, not wanting to divulge into her family life. Kevin raised an eyebrow, not convinced.
"Well, most 'perfectly fine' people I know tend to not scream and try throwing their phone or scroll or whatever at a wall," Kevin said plainly. "What's got you so pissed?"
"I'm not pissed! Just drop it," she said, not in the mood to talk about her family. But Kevin wasn't going to let up now.
"Well something's stuck up your ass right now, and unfortunately it's not me, so obviously you're upset about something," he said, causing her to choke on the air as she spluttered, blushing at his comment. She would've yelled at him, but he continued to speak. "Boscha I think I know you pretty well, so I can tell when you're genuinely upset about something or not. So c'mon, spill it," he said, causing her to sigh.
"My parents thought this would be the best time to take my little brother to a city that's four hours away to celebrate his 10th birthday. Of course they knew there would be a chance of acid rain and decided to leave early instead of sticking around to make sure I was all right. So now I'm stuck here until this fucking rain stops. I swear they're so fucking selfish and inconsiderate, sometimes I wish they would just dis—" the witch started to say before biting her tongue, not wanting to finish her sentence for fear of being seen as insensitive. Titan, she was such a fucking idiot; she couldn't believe she was about to say she wished her family would disappear to a fucking orphan of all people!
"Would just, what?"
"Nothing, it doesn't matter." She shook her head before continuing. "They're just annoying, and now I'm stuck here for titan knows how long until this stupid rain stops."
"Couldn't you just use that bubble of yours to protect you?" Kevin asked, remembering how her bubble protected them that day at the beach.
"No. It's strong, but not strong enough to withstand acid rain. Only powerful witches like Bump and my parents, for example, have strong enough bubbles. The acid would turn my bubble, and myself, into swiss cheese in seconds," she said, and Kevin nodded in understanding. He stared outside, watching as several small creatures were watching the rain from inside the safety of the bubble. The rain was slowly corroding whatever surface wasn't being protected by the bubble.
"You know, I could walk you home if you want," he offered, surprising Boscha and making the witch flush from the offer. She was quick to shake her head, ignoring the sudden increasing beating inside her chest from her heart.
"What part of 'acid rain' do you not get?"
"What part of 'I have powers from different dimensions' do you not get?" he sassed back, raising his left hand. It started to crackle with blue energy before a shield formed, floating right above his palm. "A shield made from my concentrated stamina. It can withstand stuff like fire, lighting, and, you guessed it, acid."
"Impressive, but how the hell are we both going to fit underneath it?" she asked, noticing it was a lot smaller than she would've hoped. As much as she wanted to get out of here and return home, she didn't want to die trying.
"Well, we'll either have to walk right next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, practically grinding against each other—"
"Please don't phrase it like that," Boscha said, cheeks turning dark from her blush. Kevin, seeing this, smirked and continued.
"Like I said, grinding against each other, practically humping against each other likes dogs in heat ready to c—-"
"Can you please stop?" she shouted, cheeks turning dark purple from his stupid jokes. Titan he drove her crazy! Did that perverted mind of his think of anything else, or was it just sex 24/7?
"Fine, fine, fine. Or I can give you a piggyback ride."
"Isn't there a third option? Like, can't you just make your shield bigger?"
"Can't. I'm using too much stamina as is to reinforce it in its current size. Any more stamina and you'd have to carry me the whole way there. Sorry, but those are your only two options. I mean, unless you want to stay the night here. I'm sure the Choosy Hat would love the company," Kevin said, causing Boscha to shudder in fright. That damn hat had been missing for two weeks now...and so had a janitor, but Bump had refused to say the two were connected.
"Fine, not like I have much of a choice," Boscha mumbled bitterly. "Let me get on your back. But I swear if word gets out about this, or if anyone sees us, I'm killing you. Slowly, and painfully."
"Bareback option it is. Slow and painful, just like Loona. She was really into edging," Kevin said as he turned and crouched, snickering to himself as Boscha sighed loudly at yet another one of his jokes.
"I'm already regretting this," she said while climbing onto his back and wrapping her arms and legs around him. She refused to acknowledge the squeak she let out when he placed his hand under her thigh before standing up.
He walked outside, passing by the smaller animals as they watched the witch and human curiously. Staring up at the falling droplets of acid, Kevin raised the shield above them before walking out of the bubble. The shield was immediately pelted with the killer droplets, but thankfully none of them managed to melt through. They were safe.
"Where to?"
"Head down this road, and I'll tell you when to make a turn," Boscha said, causing Kevin to nod before he followed orders and started to walk.
"You know in my dreams, you're riding a different part of me," Kevin said, smiling to himself as Boscha groaned in annoyance and buried her face into the back of his neck to hide her blush.
Titan she hated him sometimes.
(Two hours later)
It ended up taking two hours to reach Boscha's gated community, a place where some of the most rich and powerful witches lived amongst themselves, away from the rest of the 'riff raff' that inhabited the Boiling Isles. The acid rain had yet to let up during their perilous and harrowing journey, but thanks to Kevin's shield, the two were kept safe the entire time.
Boscha sighed in relief from seeing her home off in the distance, a two-storied building made of white wood and a red tiled roof and plenty of bay windows around the exterior. A red bubble was protecting it, meaning her parents actually thought ahead for once and placed it up before leaving. Kevin let out a low whistle at the home, the design reminding him of the Victorian style homes he often saw on his…'business' trips to the UK back in the human world. He walked up to the front door and let go of the witch's thigh, and felt her unwrap herself from around him before sliding off his back.
"Thanks, for, ya know," Boscha said awkwardly. She was never good in situations like these. Most people often didn't show her kindness or help her out, so she was still new to all of this. "You know, you didn't have to do all that," she said, referring to him carrying her two hours through a literal deadly storm.
"I know, but I wanted to. You were having a shitty day, I wanted to try and make it less shitty." He shrugged, causing her to smile. Despite his...Kevin-ness, he could be a sweet guy sometimes. A big reason why she did like him.
Lighting lit up the sky, and the crackling and booming of thunder interrupted their sweet moment, the volume of it making them flinch. The two watched as it started to rain harder, the wind hollowing and whipping through the air violently and at extreme speeds. They watched as a neighbor's tree from across the street got torn from its roots and sent flying off down the weather was bad, and it showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon.
"Damn, it's a good thing we got here when we did, it's getting bad out there," Kevin said, thankful the weather had stayed calm until they arrived. "I better get back before it gets any worse."
"You don't have to!" she said suddenly, grabbing onto his arm and keeping him from taking another step. He stared at her, surprised, and she stared at her hands wrapped around his arm before letting go, blushing. "I-I mean, you're probably tired, right? And this storm isn't letting up anytime soon. It-It would be safer for you to stay, here I mean, w-with me," she stuttered out, stomach doing flips and twists as a sudden wave of nervousness hit her. The prospect of them being all alone in her home was affecting her badly, her mind wondering exactly what they would do if he ended up accepting. Nothing lewd of course! She definitely never had a dream of them in the shower and—she was just going to stop now. "I mean, if you want to, that is. I'm sure the others are probably worried about you and—"
"I'd love to stay," he said, cutting her off, and she was thankful he did so; titan knows how much more she would've embarrassed herself if he hadn't. "You sure your parents won't mind? I'd hate for you to get into any trouble."
"Who cares what they think?" she scoffed at the mention of her parents. She couldn't care about what her parents said or did. If they really cared, they never should've left in the first place.
"Be still my beating heart, you're going through your rebellious girl phase! I'm so proud!" Kevin said with a fake sniffle while wiping away an imaginary tear. "Looks like I'm rubbing off on you, instead of rubbing one off thinking about you," he said, causing Boscha to go into another stuttering, blushing fit. "So princess, are you going to invite me in?"
"Uh, y-yeah, s-sure," she said, moving out of the doorway and gesturing him to enter. He did so and walked inside, prompting Boscha to close the door behind him. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself and stop the violent drumming of her heart, and heard as he whistled from behind her.
"Nice place you've got here," he said, looking around and eyeing the layout of the house. In front of him was a staircase leading upstairs, and to the left of the staircase was a hallway that led to the back of the house. To Kevin's left appeared to be a living room, and to Kevin's right appeared to be a large and luxurious dining room, with a large, golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling. He eyed the wall which led upstairs, and noticed a bunch of pictures hanging up.
Roughly 99% of the pictures only consisted of a man, woman, and young boy, and only one perfect consisted of the man, woman, and Boscha. The man had red skin with slicked back black hair, three harsh red eyes, fangs longer than a normal witch, and two horns protruding from his head, much like most depictions of the devil. 'Her father. He certainly seems fun at parties,' he deduced dryly before moving onto the woman. She had pink skin, much like Boscha, with long flowing magenta hair and two blue eyes. She had a small smile on her face, and looked quite elegant, graceful, and dare he say, beautiful. 'Yeah, definitely where Boscha gets her looks from,' Kevin thought before moving on to the boy. He was young in most of the pictures, six, maybe seven. He had red skin like his father and two blue eyes like his mother. His horns were short and stubby, like a two point buck, with one long fang and one short one. 'Oh, he definitely gets bullied at school,' Kevin thought, trying not to snicker. Towards the bottom of the staircase on the wall were a few pictures of Boscha, most being from when she was seven-ish, if Kevin had to guess. She looked the same, but had a pair of three-eyed glasses and pigtails.
"Not a lot of pictures of you up there," Kevin observed, wondering why what was.
"Oh, that, yeah. When the little shit arrived, he became the new 'favorite' because my parents saw a lot more 'potential' in him," Boscha said with air quotes. It stung, no longer being the favorite or being cared about in general. That's why Boscha tried so hard, to hopefully get her parents attention and love back. Kevin was surprised and saddened to hear this, and stared back at the wall of pictures.
'I wonder if that's how Brian and Jason felt when I was born,' he thought to himself. "I'm sorry to hear that; it's pretty fucked up."
"Yeah, well, it's life I guess, so I guess it's fine." She shrugged. It wasn't, but there was no point in crying about that now. She'd do that later tonight when she tried to sleep.
"If it means anything, I like you a lot more than the rest of your family."
...Ah, so the butterflies were back. Wasn't that fantastic?
"Ah, w-well t-thanks," she stuttered again, hating this feeling. Why was she suddenly so nervous around him? It was never this bad before! Was it because they were alone? No, that wouldn't mean anything; they've been alone together countless times! Granted, the last time they were left alone they nearly—the witch felt her face grow warmer at the memory of their almost-kiss. She needed to change subjects, and fast. "Are you hungry? It's getting pretty late, and I'm sure neither of us have had anything since lunchtime."
"Yeah sure, food sounds nice right about now. Show me the kitchen and I'll whip us something up," he said, surprising her.
"Dumbass, you're my guest. I'll cook us something."
"Ah c'mon hon, I've learned a thing or two in my travels! Let me cook! I promise not to burn the kitchen down...unlike that one time at Watchpoint: Gibraltar, but that wasn't my fault! It was Junkrat's!" he exclaimed, and was met with a face of pure confusion.
"You burned the kitchen at where because of who?"
"Not important! Anyway, point me to the kitchen so I can start our dinner," he said, causing her to sigh. The idiot wasn't going to give up, was he? She just hoped she wasn't going to regret this.
"All right, follow me."
(The Kitchen)
55 minutes in and the kitchen hadn't been burned down—'yet—which was a good sign that the dumbass knew what he was doing, to some extent, at least. He had been very adamant about him doing all the cooking, so she was forced to sit at the table as he cooked, either scrolling through Penstagram or directing him to the location of whatever specific ingredient he needed. It smelled nice, although she would never admit it out loud; he was already cocky enough as is.
"You done yet?" she asked for the third time in the past 10 minutes, deciding that if she couldn't help him, she would do the next best thing: annoy him.
"Almost, just gotta be patient," Kevin said, nodding to the clone he had summoned halfway through his preparations. Clone One understood the command and opened the oven before pulling out a tray with two steaks on them. The species the steaks came from was unknown to Kevin, as was the price her parents paid for them. But the large note saying 'Do not touch. Ever!' found on top of them was a clear indication they were meant for only a special occasion. Too bad that for her parents, spending time with their daughter was always a special occasion.
"It better be worth the wait. It probably wouldn't have taken as long if you would've let me help," she said, bitterness seeping into her tone.
"It will be, don't worry. And, I didn't let you help because you've been having a shitty day. You deserve a bit of pampering," he said, chopping away at some vegetables for one of the sides he was making. The comment made her smile. Despite his...well, everything, he did have his sweet moments.
"One, cut a piece for her. Let her see for herself that it's been worth the wait."
One nodded at the command and grabbed an extra knife before cutting a small piece from one of the steaks. Stabbing it with a fork, the clone walked over and handed it to the pinkette, just as Kevin turned around to watch her reaction. She took with a nod as thanks and took the bite, a wave of flavor hitting her upon contact. She had to stop herself from letting out a noise of enjoyment. It was good, really good even, better than anything her parents could make, at least. She noticed that he was eyeing her with a shit-eating grin.
"It's not bad," she lied, not wanting to feed his already oversized ego. She held back a smile as Kevin let out a hurt gasp from her comment.
"Not bad? I'll have you know that right there saved my ass from being eaten by a cannibalistic race of demons known as the Tarkatans," Kevin said, offended at her comment. He turned back and continued to cook. "Interestingly enough, one of my exes was a Tarkatan. She was their queen, actually."
"One of your exes was queen of a cannibalistic race of demons? Gee, wonder how that turned out." Boscha rolled her eyes before taking a sip from her drink.
"We broke up because she tried biting my dick off in my sleep," Kevin said nonchalantly, causing Boscha to do a spit take across the table.
"What?!"
"Yeah. Apparently human genitalia, especially male genitalia, is a delicacy in their culture."
"Why the fuck would you even date someone like that?!" Boscha exclaimed, trying and failing to wrap her head around him willingly dating a cannibalistic demon. She could hear him muttering something, but couldn't make out the words. "Speak up, dumbass!"
"Because she had sharp teeth!" he exclaimed, loud enough for her to hear. This only caused her more confusion.
"What?"
"I...may or may not have a thing for sharp teeth, fangs especially," he clarified, focusing on his cutting rather than his reddening cheeks.
"And, by 'thing' you mean fetish, right?" she asked, causing him to splutter.
"I wouldn't phrase it like that. 'Teeth fetish' just sounds weird and gross. I just...like sharp teeth, ya know? I think it's because in the back of my mind I know the person I'm with could kill me when they're biting my neck and the thought excites me." He could feel her eyes burning a hole in the back of his head.
"Look I never claimed to be 'normal' okay? Don't judge me," he said, but Boscha wasn't judging him. A lightbulb turned on above Boscha's head, and she grinned before rising from her seat and walking over to him, throwing one arm over his shoulders as she leaned on him. He stared at her, surprised, as she was never the one to initiate physical contact.
"So, you have a thing for fangs, huh?" she asked, smile wide enough to show off her own. She knew what he was into now and decided for once, she would be the tease in this weird little relationship of theirs. It must've been working, as she watched his eyes widen and cheeks turn a darker shade of red, something she took great satisfaction in causing.
"I-I w-well, heh, um," he said, unable to come up with an intelligible and cohesive sentence on account of his short circuiting brain, and all because 'pretty girl with fangs go brrr.' Instead of trying to speak and further embarrassing himself, Kevin turned back to his cutting, not noticing Boscha's growing shit-eating grin.
"Hey, don't be shy now. Look at me," Boscha said, lifting her hands up to gently cup his face before turning his head towards her. "What's wrong? Witch got your tongue?" she hissed as she stared into his eyes, both things causing a shiver to run down his spine. Oh yeah, she was going to take full advantage of this.
Kevin, distracted, continued to cut into the vegetable until there was nothing left, but his hands continued to move of their own free will. A sudden hot, searing pain ripped its way through his hand, and he flinched.
"Ah fuck!" he exclaimed, tossing the knife back onto the counter and pulling away from Boscha. The witch stared at him, startled, and watched as he held onto his left hand. That's when she saw the large gash caused by the knife slicing through his skin, just a few inches below his thumb. The cut was deep and was bleeding profusely, running down his skin before dripping down to the floor below.
"Shit," Boscha said, quickly grabbing a nearby hand towel and placing it over the gash in an attempt to slow the bleeding.
"But my sides!"
"Wha—Now's the time to be worry about your stupid sides! One, watch the baby's sides until we get back," she ordered, and One snapped to a salute as a result. "Now follow me so we can get this taken care of," Boscha said, grabbing onto his upper arm before dragging him out of the kitchen and up the stairs. They walked past several doors before walking through the third door on the right. Boscha flipped on the switch and brought the bathroom lights to life.
Boscha opened the medicine cabinet and started rummaging around before pulling out a healing glyph, some gauze, and medical tape and grabbing two washrags from the cabinet nearby. She gestured for him to come closer to the sink as she turned on the warm water, and Kevin followed as requested. She grabbed his hand and tossed the damp hand towel into the hamper before bringing his hand under the water. Soaping up the rag, she started cleaning the wound, mindful not to get any inside or risk irritation.
After she was done, Boscha brought him to the edge of the bathtub and had him sit down. After drying the area, she placed some gauze over the wound before wrapping it with the tape. Once it was wrapped securely, she placed a healing glyph on top in order to speed up the healing; the wound should be closed and fully healed sometime later on in the night, or the next morning at the very latest.
"Thank you," Kevin said, cheeks still a healthy shade of pink. He wasn't used to a warm and gentle person to clean his wounds. Suit was, well, a robot; warm was the last thing to describe it's metallic hands. Mercy would use her caduceus staff to heal him, Lucio used his music, Ana would shoot him with needles. The only other warm and gentle touch he had felt when someone would patch him up was Luz. "Kiss it and make it feel better?" he asked with a small grin
Boscha rolled her eyes, contemplating slapping him before remembering she was partially responsible for the incident. She sighed, deciding to indulge in what surely was another sick fantasy of his. Grabbing his hand she bent down, pecking at where the wound was before pulling back, causing both of them to blush a bright red. If dying of embarrassment was a thing, Boscha was sure she'd be dead right now.
(One hour later)
The house was quiet now. Dinner had been finished and the dishes washed thanks to Kevin's clones. Boscha had changed out of her uniform and into a simple pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt, Kevin had changed into a t-shirt and shorts he had in his bag. As the acid rain still attacked the outside world and as the winds continued to violently howl, they found solace in the crystal ball that sat in the living; it was roughly the size of an exercise ball, perhaps a bit bigger than that. They found some show as they flipped through channels about a quirky yet incredibly flawed family who were often fighting and always at each other's throats. It was one of those shows where every episode had a new problem that had to be solved, which often caused some form of drama and strain among the family, but was always fixed in the end with the family talking about how they loved each other and wouldn't trade anything in the world for them.
It sickened Boscha, watching the family be all loving and caring over one another. It caused her great jealousy, knowing she would never experience such a thing. The mental and emotional abuse she'd dealt with over the years, mixed with the occasional physical abuse and constant neglect ever since the homewrecker that was her little brother was born, had warped her mind into thinking true happiness was just some silly dream.
Another ding managed to get Boscha out of her own head, and she turned to see Kevin texting away on his phone. If Boscha had to bet, it was probably Luz again checking in on the dumbass and seeing if he was okay. The human girl had been doing it almost periodically, and despite his constant texts telling her that he was okay (while thankfully leaving out the fact he had cut himself) she would keep texting just to make sure he was doing small, mundane things like eating or drinking water.
She watched him smile as he texted back, and she took this time to check her own scroll. The dreaded and haunting '0 new messages' that would appear angered and saddened her. Wasn't that sad? How a friend had texted Kevin more about his health and safety than Boscha's own family did for her? Yes one could argue that perhaps their scrolls had died (all at once didn't seem probable but it was still possible) or that the storm was messing with their signal. But those arguments were quickly dashed and decimated by the fact her mother and brother were posting to Penstagram seemingly every 10 minutes!
"Hey, I have a question for you," Boscha said, drawing Kevin's attention away from his texts to Luz.
"Wow, your parents didn't give you this talk? Okay well, first off a man inserts his peni—" he started to say before he felt a pillow slam into his chest.
"Not that kind of question, dumbass!" Boscha exclaimed with a growl, cheeks flushing pink as she put the pillow back. "This a serious question; try not to make any stupid jokes for once!" she said, surprising him. He nodded before muting the crystal ball and turning to her, giving the witch his full and undivided attention.
"I'm all ears," he said, causing her to sigh.
"How does it feel...to have people that actually care about you?" she asked
The question caught him by surprise. He wasn't expecting something like that. "You think people don't care about you?" he asked. "Why would you think something like that?"
"It's just...look around you," Boscha said, gesturing to the entire room. "Do you see a loving family here? Parents who are supposed to protect and nurture me, to make sure I'm safe? No, you don't. Because they would rather take my little brother to a fucking birthday party instead of sticking around a few hours to make sure I got home safe and sound from the acid rain. It's been hours and I haven't received one phone call, and not even one fucking text from them checking up on me. Hell, not even my friends have tried to make sure I'm all right! But here you are, getting texts for hours from Luz and titan knows who else to make sure you're fine. Your friends care about you more than my own family cares about me!" she exclaimed angrily, leaning against her seat while scratching her head, needing to take her pent up frustration out on something. "But it makes sense. I've been such a stuck-up bitch these past few years, acting all high and mighty and crushing anyone who was in my way, just like my parents taught me. I'm no better than they are; who the fuck would care about someone like me?" She laughed bitterly.
Kevin just stared at her without saying a word, surprised, while digesting this new-found information about how she felt. "Boscha, not to be blunt and I am sorry for asking, but are you stupid or something?" he asked in all seriousness, causing her to raise two eyes at him
"Nice pep talk you have there," she said dryly.
"I'm sorry. I mean, I understand where you're coming from, I really do, but how can you think of such a thing? Boscha, do you really think that your friends like Skara and Amelia would've put up with your bullshit all these years if they didn't care about you? Do you really think Luz, Amity, Gus, and even Willow would talk to you if they didn't care about you? Open your eyes, Boscha! Despite your parents being shitty, there are people out there who do care about you, people who love you despite what you've done...I care about you," he admitted, causing both of them to blush about the sudden declaration.
Despite the embarrassment it caused her, or the violently swarming butterflies in her stomach or the rapid beating of her heart, she found herself smiling.
"Really?"
"Boscha I literally walked you home in rain that would have literally killed us with a single drop. If that doesn't say 'I care about you,' then I have no idea what does," he said, causing her to snort. She found herself smiling wider from that, feeling lighter than before, happier even, as if a weight of dread and doubt had been lifted off her shoulders. She felt something wet building in the corner of her eyes, and she quickly wiped it away. "Would you like a hug?" he asked, and she nodded. He opened his arms and before he could even blink she had launched herself across the couch and into his arms, nearly knocking the wind out of him from the force. She hugged him, and he returned the embrace wholeheartedly. He felt her shaking in his arms and felt something wet start dripping against his neck as a result.
"Thank you," she managed to choke out, arms wrapping around him tightly as she buried her face into his neck. "Can-Can we stay like this? For a little while?"
"Of course, for as long as you want," he said, arms wrapping around her tighter as he brought her closer to hand, hand rubbing and down her back in comfort. "For as long as you want."
(Several hours later: Morning)
Boscha shifted in her sleep, snuggling further into the warmth and breathing in its calming scent of...coconut? That was odd; she didn't use any coconut products when it came to her bedding or self-care. In fact, her bedding was a lot harder than usual...wait, what the hell was she sleeping on again?
The pinkette's eyes snapped open and when she looked around, she swallowed a scream of surprise when she saw Kevin's face mere inches away from her own. She blushed hard, noticing their compromising position, with her laying directly on top of him, arms wrapped around him as if he were a giant teddy bear. He had a smile on his face as he slept, his own arms wrapped securely around her waist. He looked peaceful as he slept, and he was definitely a whole lot less annoying in this state.
Boscha found herself contemplating on what to do. Did she wake him up and ruin the tranquility of this moment? Deal with that charming irritating, shit-eating grin he would surely give her and whatever stupid joke he would propel at her? Or did she let him sleep, and bury her face back into the warm and comfort of his neck and breath in the coconut scent?
...To be fair, it was some of the best sleep she had ever had.
With a smile, she eased herself back into nirvana, basking in the warmth and comfort, the rise and fall of his chest slowly lulling her back into a peaceful slumber, until something in her pocket vibrated. Biting back a groan of annoyance she raised her head from his neck and fished around her pocket before pulling out her scroll. She turned it on, dreading the message she saw pop up on the screen.
Mother: We'll be home soon, make sure the house is clean.
Boscha panicked, not knowing how soon 'soon'actually meant. Was it 5 minutes, 10? Or were they literally a few blocks away? She sighed, going to miss this feeling of warmth and comfort, but she supposed good things always had to come to an end.
"Hey, wake up," she said softly, using her hand to try and shake him awake. The human grumbled in his sleep, unmoving, and wrapping his arms tighter around the witch, causing her to squeak in surprise and embarrassment. His one hand was dangerously close to a place she... well she wouldn't mind him touching if he were awake, but being asleep was a totally different Grudgby game. "Kevin, wake up!" she said louder than her first attempt, shaking him harder and causing him to whine as he was finally awakened.
"Whaaaaat?" he whined cutely annoyingly, choosing to keep his eyes closed instead of opening them.
"You need to wake up and leave. My parents will be home soon, and titan knows what they'll do if they catch us like this."
"They can suck a Krogan dick for all I care. I'm too comfortable to leave," he mumbled, about to try and fall back to sleep before she pinched his cheek. "Ow, ow! Okay, I'm up!" he said, eyes snapping open as he released his grip on the witch. She crawled off of him, allowing him to sit up and scratch at his bedhead. "Your parents suck."
"Tell me something I don't know," she said dryly before the two stood up from the couch. She stretched, working out the kinks she had gotten from sleeping on the couch while watching him stumble around, still tired, as he collected his bag and slipped on his shoes.
"You owe me another peaceful night's sleep," Kevin said, causing her to scoff.
"What? You want to sleep together again?"
"Yes," he answered bluntly, causing the teen witch to splutter, blushing purple. "Maybe in an actual bed next time? That couch is not comfortable in the slightest."
"I-I—does the word 'filter' exist in your vocabulary?"
"You don't want to know what's in my vocabulary. But my most-used word is probably BDSM," he joked, causing her blush to darken. "Well, thanks for having me and not kicking me out last night. I appreciate it," he said while opening the door and stepping outside.
"Wait," Boscha said, causing Kevin to stop in his tracks. He turned and was startled when she came up and wrapped him into a hug. "Thank you for, well, everything yesterday," she said, voice muffled as she buried her darkening face into his chest. He flushed as well and hugged back, pulling her closer to him. He hadn't expected the hug, and he most certainly did not expect something warm to press against his cheek. The human stared down at the witch with wide eyes filled with surprise as both teens blushed hard. "You get one of those," she said, letting him go and backing away from him. With a final wave she closed the door, leaving Kevin to raise his hand and touch the area where her lips had been. He smiled goofily and turned to walk away, thinking that they definitely should do this again sometime soon.
(Cut/Bonus scene 1)
(When Kevin first enters her home)
"Where's your bathroom?"
"Why do you wanna know?"
"So I can take a shower."
"What? Why?
Because your perfume is literally one of the worst things I've ever smelled. It smells worse than my buddy Angel Dust after a gangbang."
(Cut/Bonus scene 2)
(While Boscha searches for healing supplies)
"Who knew you cared about me so much?"
"I don't. But if this doesn't get cleaned and you die from an infection, the police here will do some fucking mental gymnastics and arrest me in order to fill their quota."
"Sounds like the police back in the human world."
(Cut/Bonus scene 3)
(Before the "two hours later" time cut)
"I hate you sometimes."
"You know if you think about it, we're like Invader Zim and Tak, and this rain is just regular rain."
"Will you stop with these stupid references that no one gets?"
"The readers get them!"
(Cut/Bonus scene 4)
(Right before "Are you hungry? It's getting pretty late, and I'm sure neither of us have had anything since lunchtime.")
Thankfully, Kevin ended up doing it for her.
"Ah great, you're still alive," Kevin said with a scowl, and Boscha, confused, turned to see who the hell he was talking to. Her question was answered when she saw her cat, Shiva, laying on the headrest of the recliner, staring at Kevin as if he were prey. The cat hissed at him, and he hissed back
"Will you stop hissing at my cat?"
"She started it! Don't you remember she tried biting my hand off?!"
"Well, Shiva apologizes and promises she won't try again. Isn't that right, Shiva?" she asked her cat. The cat from hell rolled her eyes before jumping off the chair and scampering upstairs to Boscha's room.
"If she tries it again, I'm flushing the fucker down the toilet."
"Look, let's just forget about Shiva for now.
(Cut/Bonus scene 5)
(After Boscha kisses his hand)
"Wow, if I knew that would've worked, I would've cut my dick tip instead," he joked, causing Boscha to sigh. He really did know how to ruin a moment.
"Why are you like this?"
"It's the trauma. Hey, you're not the type of girl who likes being called mommy, right? I've been trying to avoid that awkwardness ever since I broke up with my ex, Jinx."
Here's chapter 15! I really enjoyed writing more Kevscha, especially since this chapter let me build up the home life I headcanon Boscha having! I hope you enjoyed the chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Notes
Just a reminder I do have an Instagram account! It's ghost509_ and if you wanna join, I have a Discord server too! Just head over to my Instagram, click the linktree link in my bio, and you should be able to find the Discord server invite link there!
Honestly I think that's all I have to say? Join me next time when the gang get on their dancing shoes! See ya in chapter 16!
