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yeager looked at timothy and had a small burst of adoration in his chest. it was a ticklish feeling that he liked to indulge in by seeking out timothy with whichever valid excuse he could find, whether it was by doing chop jobs, talking about mutual friends or sometimes just to check in whenever timothy went too long before reaching out to him.
today, he felt an urge he would definitely allow himself to indulge in. he felt like closing in while timothy was distracted and rambling on like usual, he felt like leaning his hands on the wall, just barely brushing timothy's back and cheekily wait for him to turn around and find yeager's face centimeters away from his.
so he did. and the reaction he got from the bunny boy was just as he expected.
he enjoyed the sight of his body tensing up and his mouth slightly opening up.
“yea-yeager?” timothy stumbled through his words.
they stayed like that for a few seconds. timothy seemed to get more nervous each second they stayed like that, but he didn't shy away just yet. that happened to be his final goal. anticipation sparked in yeager.
it was a pity he couldn't see the greyish brown eyes that yeager came to like so much, so in a split second, he decided to get rid of the obtrusion. yeager acted before he thought and lifted his left hand to raise timothy's goggles.
he didn't take them off, he barely lifted them up so he was able to peek into timothy's eyes. they said eyes were the path to the soul and yeager wasn't one to believe in such abstract words, but he truthfully believed those usually meaningless words held truth when it came to timothy. they were beautiful and lively even with it’s somber tones, reflecting the scarred liveliness and love that timothy held in his body. perhaps that was why he hid his face. perhaps timothy knew his eyes reflected his truth and gave him away.
yeager's thoughts were halted when the horn of a car took him back to reality. to the position he was in with timothy.
right.
seeing how timothy was now looking anywhere but his eyes while his cheeks slowly heated up, yeager put the final nail in the coffin.
he leaned even closer. their faces just close enough to feel each other's breaths but not enough to touch. he tilted his face sideways just that tiny bit, just to drive home the insinuation.
timothy freezed up. his gaze fixed on one place, yet not seeing anything. yeager could almost hear the internal screaming while his mind stumbled to process what just happened. he could only stutter out nonsensical sounds, trying to put his words together.
it took a hot second, but timothy seemed to finally get his shit together because he ducked and escaped out through the gap below yeager's right arm. he was barely paying attention while crossing the road because a car almost just crashed him, had the driver not taken a sudden left when seeing him right in the middle of the street, literally a white target to get hit.
yeager was feeling quite satisfied with himself.
it was five minutes later from the ordeal that he received a text from timothy.
“I FROGOT TO SAY BYE”
he lightly chuckled at it, then turned his attention back to the phonecall.
“yeah, i'm at the apartments, come pick me up.”