And with the next step comes...?

Matthew chuckled nervously as Katyusha shifted and he tried with all his heart to keep the atmosphere nonchalant despite the situation. If he’d had any brain cells at all Matthew would have taken out the coins before they’d gotten in. Then they wouldn’t be in this mortifying mess.
He could feel her arm brush his side sending shivers sprawling across his skin, and he kept his eye trained on one of the corners of the booth pretending to ignore the sensation and failing miserably. Matthew bowed his back slightly, giving Katyusha enough room to work. This was no big deal. Kat was just retrieving his wallet like he had asked since he was unable seeing as both his were currently stuck.
… Which, when he thought about it, left him at her mercy.
Keep it in check, buddy, you’re at a family oriented festival. Things stay at a PG level. PG… PG… P-!
There was that split second when he felt Katyusha slip, where the sudden jar managed to free one of his arms and he tried to catch her before she got hurt. But in that same second he felt where her hand landed and his whole frame went as stiff as a board, eyes staring up unseeingly at the ceiling as every ounce of blood in his body rushed to his face. Matthew heard a shocked squeak of surprise then flushed even deeper realizing that the noise had come from him. Katyusha withdrew her hand and he bit the inside of his cheek, NOT feeling the soft skin of her wrist brush a sliver of skin on his hip that had been exposed by the impact of her fall.
The silence in the booth was deafening.
Matthew gulped, blinking. Maybe this was Karma getting back at him for the improper grabbing he’d done to Katyusha earlier? Well, point taken Karma. Lesson learned-
His jaw clenched, the sensation of her fingers... flexing was too much to handle at the moment, and her wriggling was not helping any. The last, and he did mean the very last, thing he needed at the moment was to cave to the heady, lusting mess his mind was turning into and make their positions even worse.
“A-a-are you o-okay?” he stuttered, not quite able to look Katyusha in the eye yet.

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We are two very sick individuals... XD

Finally pulling her thoughts back together, Katyusha managed to push herself off of him, mind reeling and mouth gaping. Much to her horror, a breathless gasp left her as she tried to steady her body and mind. She felt dizzy and her heart was pounding relentlessly against her ribs, her body was hot and shaking, and her brain had seemingly forgotten how to make words. C-C-Calm down, Kat! J-Just breath, breath! It was an accident, a-and a-a-accident! She needed air, she needed space, she needed the embarressment and tension to just melt. She firmly told herself she was NOT going to start panicking again, but that was easier said that done.
It didn't help since she felt her wrist brush against something unfamiliar, something much smoother than fabric; skin. Matthew's skin. When she'd uncovered a piece of his clothing, she had no idea. She wasn't quite sure she wanted to know.
In a vain attempt to calm herself, she tightened her hold on his wallet, hoping that some of the awkwardness of it all would magically go to it instead.
Because of the lack of space, she really had no where to go. She was stuck with him; her hands lingered in the slightest but moved so that the incident wouldn't occur twice in a row. Breathing out another shakey breath, she tried to make room between them and dared herself to look at him. He was avoiding her eyes, so she got a brief look at his expression. She was sure she looked the exact same; shocked, embarressed, desperately trying to keep control... But she'd never seen him blush so much. He'd never been this stiff either. Taking a few deep breaths, she slowly relaxed her body staying a comfortable distance away - for what could be considered comfortable in this situation - in hopes of having Matthew relax as well.
When she spoke, her voice cracked and sounded rushed. "Ah...hah...M-Matvey, I....I-I'm SO sorry...this wasn't...it was...I'm sorry...!" Her brain was turning to mush again, but she DID remember that she still had his wallet.
Now, how to get it to him without falling. Again.
Katyusha rested her weight on one side, lifting her hand to hold up his wallet as best as she could. She'd hold out as long as she had to. "Um...y-your w-wallet..." Swallowing thickly, she cast her gaze about the booth doubting her courage. She wouldn't be able to look at him head on, into those gorgeous violet eyes, without some sort of reaction that definitely was NOT needed right now.

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At least we're having fun? XD <3

“T-there we go,” Matthew pulled out a couple of coins and handed them to Katyusha, hoping to distract her attention long enough so he could discreetly hike up his pants which had been jerked down slightly on one side thanks to the force of what had happened. He knew Katyusha hadn’t meant to, but again and again his mind played over the supple softness of her slender wrist connecting with his own skin. It seemed that any time he was around Katyusha his more carnal side remained simmering just below his skin, and yet just an innocent, accidental touch summoned the lust to the forefront of his attention. Focusing directly on Kat.
“It’s o-okay,” Matthew blushing more than he thought he could at his own stuttering. His trapped arm dropped to his side, freed thanks to somebody moving the right way- it was hard to tell where it had been stuck in the first place due to the cramped space- and it prickled painfully as the blood rushed back to his fingers. He tried to smile good-naturedly. “Shall we get this show on the road?”
There was another awkward pause.
Getting two normal people to sit in here was hard enough, figuring it out when those two people were severely clumsy and unfortunate seemed like some cruel joke.
When neither of them moved, Matthew forced himself to make a move. “Um… h-here.” Gently his hands took her waist and he moved around so she could sit first, wedging himself in after. By now he’d gotten used to the no space thing (Matthew thanked his lucky stars that neither of them were claustrophobic) and with how crushing the quarters were it forced one of his arms to stay behind Katyusha’s back. Not that he was complaining. His hand naturally found the dip to her hip and cupped it, molding to the curve like it belonged there.
Wiggling his eyebrows, he spoke. “Would you like to do the honors?”

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*guzzles more painkillers* Being busy and sick at the same time sucks oAo
Sorry it's so craptacular and that I haven't been on for such a bloody long time D:

Katyusha had jumped slightly at his hands on her waist, but let Matthew do his thing. She fiddled with the coins in her hand as they both got themselves comfortable; well, as comfortable as it would get, which meant cramped. She automatically leaned into his side when his own hand settled, but was still trapped in her own little world. He'd said it was fine, but how could that be fine?! She'd...! No, she didn't even want to think about it. How could a simple photo booth cause so much embarressment? Why did things have to be so awkward, even though they were dating now? For a brief moment her train of thought was interrupted by her blush; they were actually dating. From this day forward. It was still such a new concept to her... Her thoughts wandered back to the current worries; why couldn't she be less clumsy when it really mattered?
All of the worried thoughts in her head seemed to vanish for a moment when he wiggled his eyebrows. She couldn't help but give him a crooked smile and nod. She was tempted to make a face at him, but stopped herself.
Leaning forward, she slipped the coins into the slot then made herself comfortable again. Worry rose in her again; she hadn't exactly thought about what she was going to do for the pictures. Just smile? But that wasn't very lively. Make an odd face? That was embarressing, what would he think? The first flash caught her off guard and she blinked a couple times, making a decision. Well. Just do what comes naturally. Somehow, her hand found his and she let a wider smile form on her face with the next flash. The next one, she made an "ugly" face; it was really just her trying to look intimidating and sticking out her tongue. Oh well. But by now, she had run out of ideas on what exactly do to. Great. She stuck with a few more faces and smiles, but her eyes darted around as she tried to think. Katya, you're overthinking this. Just relax already! But suddenly, before she really knew it, her lips were pressed to the corner of Matthew's mouth in a quick, chaste kiss.
It seemed that her subconcious didn't care at all about the scene before.
Imagine that.

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;;A;; *hands medicine and blankets and all that jazz* Get better soooooon! <3
Urgghhh, this is so crappy. I'm sorry. *crawls away* ;n;

The tension seemed to vanish as the first flash went off. Matthew stared in shock for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden brightness, then smothering a laugh imagining the blank look of surprise on both their faces forever immortalized on film. His cheeks tinted pink as he felt her hand meet his and that beautiful smile crossed her face as another flash discharged.
Matthew had never really had a date let alone been in one of these booths with someone so it was easy to understand just how clueless he really was about what to do. The next flash had him grinning as he watched Katyusha put on her “scary face”, which to him looked more like a kitten thinking itself to be a tiger. But he followed her lead crossing his eyes and trying to scowl though Matthew knew his smile still showed through anyway. He happily tried a few more faces that he’d perfected in his spare time. Being invisible did have its perks, and blatantly making faces at your teachers and peers without getting into trouble was one of them.
It was amazingly… freeing being himself around someone. There’s never been anyone before who Matthew could be truly honest with. Sure he could be himself… mostly. Even with his family there had been a side of him he kept tucked away, hidden for fear of rejection and ridicule. Yet, without him really noticing Katyusha had opened that part of him, coaxed him out and here he was making the most ridiculously embarrassing faces with the shy girl who had his heart wrapped around her little finger. And he’d never been happier.
That’s when he felt Katyusha’s lips brush the corner of his mouth.
Never mind, I have never been happier starting now.
Matthew licked his bottom lip, then exhaled shakily, happily shocked by Katyusha’s sudden boldness even after what happened. Looking down into her eyes, watching as they sparked a sharp cerulean in the light of the flashes, his free hand lifted to cup the soft curve of her cheek and gently pulled her closer, another flare of light going off as their lips met. His eyes drifted shut at the warm soft feeling of tasting Katyusha once again, feeling the heat emitting from her skin and the silkiness of her hair as his hand drifted round to the back of her neck, fingers entangling in the strands.
It seemed like instinct, moving together like they were. Matthew tilted his head for better access, taking quick breaths between their mouths meeting. There was no hope in ever getting enough of her.
The pads of his fingers dropped to her neck, trailing up her throat to the delicate underside of her chin. His body acted on its own as his tongue darted out, pressing cautiously to Katyusha’s bottom lip. It was only for a split second but Matthew retreated, scolding himself. He would never forgive himself if Katyusha thought he was pushing too far too fast.
His eyes opened, chest rising and falling for breath as he pulled away. Their eyes locked for a long moment and it was the quiet ‘bing’ of their pictures being done, that snapped his mind back to reality.
Matthew smiled lopsidedly, flushing brightly as he tried to quiet his breaths. “Should we, um, go see them?”

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Blaaaahhh... >_<
Crappeh post is crappeh~

It didn't matter how many times their lips met, a sharp chill always went up Katyusha's spine. It was always something that got her heart pounding against her chest. His kisses were so gentle but somehow, they were thrilling.
Maybe it was because it told her that this definitely was reality, that is wasn't some twisted dream of hers.
Her automatic response was to move her hands to wherever would bring her closer to the warmth; thus, she did her best to move them to his shoulders. Her cheeks flushed with a warm shade of red as she moved in accordance to Matthew's actions. She had to surpress the urge to shiver from the tingling sensation she got when his fingers crossed over the skin of her neck, when they tugged gently at the strands of her hair...just...because of his slight touches. Her hands moved to the sides of his neck, working their way around so that they nearly cupped either side of his face, breaking apart briefly before returning the kiss almost eagerly. She decided to focus on just then; the feeling of his hands moving against her, the delicious pressure of his lips moving with hers---wait, was that cinnamon she tasted? That thought distracted her for a split second, plunging her mind into a very brief, embarressed state. Then in the next moment, she'd thought she'd felt another warmth against her lip and - taking a pretty good guess at what it might've been - pulled back in the slightest. It had been there but all of the sudden, it was gone. Was that just her imagination?
She opened her eyes when she felt him part, staring up at him until he smiled and spoke. It took a second for the words to register; she almost felt a bit disheaveled. "Ah, s-sure." She very cautiously stood up and stepped out of the booth, looking to the slot for their photos. Only moments later, they slid out and she took them into hand, waiting for Matthew to come out before looking at them. The first few pictures just had her giggling; they both looked ridiculous! She didn't think she had the ability to make faces like that. Her laughter died a little when the picture of her kiss to his cheek and then his ACTUAL kiss came up, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks again. It was weird, to see them do that...and now it was in a photo. But she couldn't help but notice the look on her own face; she looked...really happy. It was embarressing to see, because she HAD been happy.
Handing the slips of photos to him, she simply looked up at him with a shy smile, trying to act casual about it and failing miserably.

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That was not crappy, that was amazing. ;A; <3
MINE is crap. :\
Now...BACK TO CLASS OF THE TITANS!! XD

Matthew followed Katyusha out of the booth, peering over her shoulder at the small strip of pictures. They looked so incredibly happy. He smothered his laughter in his sleeve cuff, hoping Katyusha didn’t hear him snort. Their faces were so priceless and he was thankful that the camera had captured them. Matthew thought he’d regret doing something this silly with someone, but he couldn’t be gladder. He had pictures of them together, and not some awkward Myspace high camera angle shot either. This was him and Katyusha genuinely having fun together, moving past that constant shyness that seemed to always hang over their heads. And the results? The most beautiful photos of Katyusha's contagiously sweet smile of hers, complete with that cute little wrinkle on the bridge of her nose. Oh yes, these were definitely going in his wallet.
He ran his hand through his hair, flustered as his eyes landed on the much more intimate frames. It seemed almost too private to belong with the other pictures of them making the nuttiest faces they could or laughing with big grins on their faces. Among the others, that one frame of their heated kiss, of being so close both physically and emotionally, stood out.
The machine had produced two strips, allowing them each to take one and Matthew picked his up blushing madly and tucked it away safely in his pocket. He took her hand, gently running the pad of his thumb over her skin instinctively. “So, we’ve still got time. What should we-“
Matthew’s whole body froze.
Standing directly in front of them in the crowd was one of their teacher.
He tugged Katyusha’s hand, sprinting away in the opposite direction.
I don’t think they saw us, but what if they no we’re gone? Oh God what if they found the door I propped open?! Then they know we’re gone-! Okay, calm down, you’re blowing everything way out of proportion.
Matthew pried open a heavy metal door and the two of them slipped inside, panting in relief as it clicked shut behind them. It was surprisingly dark in wherever they were and he squeezed Katyusha’s hand, touching her waist with the other in order to pull her close. “I-I… sorry…! I don’t think they noticed-! I’m so sorry-!”
As Matthew eyes adjusted he began to realize where he’d pulled them into.
It was the haunted house.

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Yours is not crap! D:

TO JAY, AWWWAAAAAAAAYYY!!!

Katyusha blinked in confusion. One moment everything was fine and the next, Matthew had a look of panic cross his face.
Then suddenly she found herself being pulled along, after seeing what he'd seen, and was forced to keep up. She'd glanced back at where he'd spotted the teacher - or rather, where the teacher spotted them - then tore her gaze back forward in order to actually stay standing; there would be BIG trouble if they got caught now.
Darkness was soon around them both, and she could only feel his hands and hear his exasperated voice. She was having trouble keeping her own breathing even. They'd been spotted for sure, right? How would they get out of this? Would they get get out this? They'd be punished for sure, there was no doubt about that. But...she couldn't afford a punishment, there was work to be done...! Was that selfish thinking? No, that was the truth! Wasn't it...? Wh-What do we do, what do you we do...!? Her grip tightened on his hand in the slightest and she couldn't get any words out at the moment. Looking around and letting her eyes adjust, she tried to identity where they were. Why was it so dark? "M-Matvey...? Where are we?"
A shrill screech shattered the sound of their hush voices, going off somewhere in the building, and also drawing out a scream from Katyusha.
That explained things. The haunted house. Great.
Her automatic reflex was to cling to whatever was closest; in this case, Matthew. Trying to surpress her surprised shivers, she bit her lip and looked up at him then over at the door where'd they come in. Maybe it wasn't too late to sneak out, maybe they could still get away... She stiffly moved away from Matthew to open the door, but covered her ears and ducked slightly when another cry rang out. She needed to get out of here and fast. This place reminded her of too many things, it brought back too many bad memories. Sobs and cries of pain echoing through the house, only to still when the dull thudding of metal against body stopped. The aftermath was almost as bad as having to stand by idley, helpless to do anything for her aquantances, those "friends" of her brother... The dark was the last place she wanted to be.
"M-M-Matvey...l-let's leave...!" Much to her frustration, her voice sounded horribly weak. She just had to stand up tall and put on a brave face, she'd done it before! How was now any different?
Her subconcious answered the question for her.
Because you keep thinking someone's getting hurt.

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Eugh. What a change. From fluff to this. .__.
My reply is horribly dark. Sorry. D8

“Oh no…”
The first howl had Matthew on the balls of his feet, muscles pulled tight, body ready to shoot straight upwards like a rubber band at any sign of-
The horrifying, bloodcurdling sound of someone being torn apart, echoing though the house had him gathering Katyusha in his arms. To comfort her o-of course since he wasn’t actually s-s-scared-
Matthew failed to smother a terrified squeak, pulling Katyusha closer but felt her push away. He studied her closely.
Something’s wrong…
“Kat, what-? Kat!” Matthew exclaimed as he saw her whole body recoil at the sounds. “Are you all right?” he asked urgently, hands taking her shoulders. "It's all fake, r-remember? Just some stupid soundtrack put on a loop-"
She’s shaking so violently-!
His head snapped up, swiveling towards the door. He didn’t care if their teacher was on the other side waiting for them, the heart stopping fear in Katyusha’s face was the only thing in his universe at the moment and all he was concerned with was getting her away from this place as fast as possible. Matthew pushed the metal bar across the door, feeling it compress. But the door didn’t budge. He tried again. Nothing moved.
Drawing to his full height, Matthew drew back and then with all this weight, threw himself against it. He didn’t even think about the sharp pain that shot up his side from the brutal contact, realizing only that nothing had changed. The door was still closed and Katyusha was getting worse.
Looking up, it dawned on him that the only way to get Katyusha out was to go through the haunted house. He didn’t understand why she was so panicked; just that he had to protect her. Matthew kneeled down, cupping her face between both his hands and gazed into her wide, terror stricken eyes, but he didn’t think her fear glazed eyes were looking back.
“Katyusha-” Another horror movie screech mixed with the sounds of a blade cutting flesh. Matthew tried desperately to keep her attention. “Katyusha, we have to go out the other way, okay? Just close your eyes. I'll get us out.”
He reached back over her shoulders and drew up the hood of the too big bunny-hug she wore over her head, then stood and tucked her into side. Taking her hand, he laced their fingers together and gave a comforting squeeze.
From where they were there was a hall leading away to the left, apparently where those who entered the haunted house willingly were supposed to follow to the exit.
Matthew swallowed, steeling himself. “Hey, Katyusha, what’s your favorite color? Did you ever have a pet as a kid?”
He continued the 20 questions game as they made their way through the gruesome displays, unable to stop himself from jumping as mannequins shot forward or fake lightning flashed mutilated silhouettes on the walls, but he persisted, struggling to keep Katyusha’s mind off the screams and brutality.
I'll never understand those who come in here for fun.
It was the sound of people chattering happily away that sent relief rushing through his body, and Matthew swept aside the heavy black velvet curtain that seperated them from the lines of people waiting to get in so violently that the metal rings holding it up clanged loudly in protest and several people shot him glares of annoyance. The bored looking teen stationed at the ticket toll booth looked mildly surprised at their emergence but didn't seem to persue the thought.
Matthew took Katyusha to a grouping of pinic tables set about, far enough away so they didn't have to listen to the creepy noises from the house. They sat down and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Are... is everything okay?" he asked quietly. "Are you okay?"
He was never one to pry... but... her reaction had him worried.
What's happened to you, Katyusha...?

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Gosh I love your drama, you know that? o3o
I took foreva~ *shot*

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Pull yourself together! This is fake, it's fake, IT'S FAKE...
Katyusha KNEW this wasn't real, she knew that! It was all just recordings and mannequins, nothing to be scared of. Nothing to throw her into THIS kind of state...! And yet, here she was cowering in Matthew's sweater and feebley answering his questions, although she doubted he could hear her. The screams that made her flinch back, the horrible images coming to mind because of them, the memories clear as day... They made her body stiffen and quake, fear and a sense of helplessness came over her. For the moment, she focused on his voice and questions, squeezing his hand.
It seemed like forever until they were both finally outside, but it seemed like that in the blink of an eye they were sitting far from the haunted house and he was fretting over her. Perhaps it was true that time went slower when you were bored...or scared. She tried to take a few deep breaths in order to calm herself and realized she was still shaking. A haunted house would never scare someone THIS bad, even if they were frightening. She was only this scared because of a little "help" from the past. There'd been to much pain, too much abuse, too much----
Her subconcious spoke up again. You remember, right? You had to take care of them, after all. They couldn't go anywhere after---
Stop! No remembering, not now!
Blood stains on the walls, the floor...you changed their bandages when they were weak.
That was true, but that didn't mean---
You heard them screaming. Suffering. Crying. Calling for help.
Stop!
They told you they were fine, but that was a lie. It happened over and over and over---
No, no, no! Stop thinking about it, stop, stop...!
Matthew's question was ignored for a moment - even though that moment seemed like eternity as her thoughts continued to agonize her - as she brought her feet up off the ground and to her chest, curling herself up into a ball and pulling the hood over her head further in an attempt to cover her face. Her hands gripped the seams of the cloth and she swallowed, finding that her throat had gone dry. "I-I'm...f-fine...." The words were choked out and she felt like she was on the verge of tears. Those dear faces, the faces of those good people, they were still flashing in her memory, stained with a sticky dark red. The infectious red that tainted what should've been their peaceful lives. Biting her lip and tightening her grip on the fabric, Katyusha squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the terrifying truths. She knew all of that, she didn't need to be reminded of it! She'd rather forget...no, she'd rather it had never even HAPPENED. She loved her family, she did! And she had grown close to those people known as aquaintances...
What was she supposed to do when her heart was torn between the two?
She stood up stiffly, her body having gone rigid, and clung to the hoodie instead of the actual hood, still keeping her face shadowed. Matthew didn't need to see her like this, not while she was so...so...weak. Her hands squeezed and tugged at the sleeves, and she spoke quietly, "L-Let's go. Let's j-just g-go..." She'd had the power to stand up, but now she couldn't find it in her to move. Her feet were stone and she was planted firmly in the spot, so she started to take a few more breaths. She just needed to get rid of these wretched thoughts and stop shaking, she just need to calm down, she needed to breath...

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Why, thank ya, deary~ >w<
This reply is not WORTHY of your awesome reply. I AM NOT WORTHY. ;A;

What have I done? Matthew viciously sneered at himself. I should have chosen somewhere else- anywhere else! Why the hell did it have to be that damn haunted house?!
“Katyusha…” His whisper of her name hung weakly in the air.
He felt so useless, so utterly helpless, seeing her whole frame shiver with a growing hysteria, the evidence of fear ghosting behind her haunted eyes...
It broke his heart.
His palms pressed to her shoulders, turning her gently so she faced him square on, then he crushed her to his chest.
“Oh, Katyusha…” he murmured into the crook of her shoulder, voice cracking over her name in anguish. He wanted to comfort her, wanted her to confide in him, to lessen the burden she carried if only just a little. Seeing the horror hurting her... it was as if his own body shared the same agony. Her pain was his pain. Her sadness was his sadness.
Matthew wished he could take it all for her, be her human shield and keep her safe from all the monsters clawing at her heels. He wanted to protect her, but how could he when her tormenter was invisible, something from inside her own mind? He swallowed thickly.
Why can't I do anything-?!
Life was too cruel. Matthew honestly couldn’t understand why the most bitterest of circumstances had Katyusha in the crosshairs. If anyone deserved to have it easy, to get that ‘Get out of jail free’ card it was her. It was always and only her.
One hand came up to cup the back of her hooded neck. “I k-know you”- he sucked in a quick breath to steady himself- “you probably don’t want to talk about it, but I’m always here… okay? And I'll listen whenever you need me.” Once again, like the time they’d sat cuddled in the corner of Tim Horton’s, he sealed his vow by pressing his lips to her forehead.
After a moment, he pulled back, giving her space.
Matthew smiled assumingly. “May I?”
His hands took either side of the too-big hood, and slipping his fingers inside, brushed the pads of his fingers back across her cheeks as pushed the material away from her face. No more shadows hiding her away from him.
He wanted to see her.

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Such crap compared to yours ;A;

The combination of the kiss to her forehead and Matthew's sweet words were really what got tears threatening to spill onto her cheeks.
It was all very nostalgic...Katyusha could almost smell the coffee. He'd said something very similar back then, accompanied by a kiss to her forehead, and it had been very touching for her. But somehow, right now...it meant more to her than ever. He had the right to know what was going on, why she was so freaked out...and yet, here she was shaking herself to death while he was probably being torchered by not knowing why. What kind of person was she? He didn't deserve that. She would have to work up the courage to tell him about, well, everything some day. She owed him that much. He was a flame, a light, flickering in the darkest part of her mind. He reminded her that she wasn't alone, that things would be OK, that she had to stop crying and put on a smile. Things wouldn't get better if she clung to bad memories - although, really, she couldn't help it sometimes - and life wasn't going to wait up for her.
Huh. All that from a simple promise and a kiss.
Funny how things work...
Katyusha chewed on the inside of her cheek as the fabric was pulled back, forcing herself to not look away. A chilly breeze quickly blew through and she shivered a little, along with her current cowering. In order to try and clear her head, she studied his expression and tried to remember every slight detail in his appearance. A sincere smile, eyes full of anguish and yet still love, red cheeks from the cold, and slightly disheaveled hair - most likely from their sprinting and run-in with the haunted house. Maybe from the photo booth, too...but that was beyond the point! When a tear escaped down her cheek, she brought up shakey hands to wipe away the remaining tears, knowing she was probably a mess. She breathed in and out, in and out, in and out...before bringing her gaze back to his.
"I-I...I'm sorry about all this, M-Matvey, I'm so, so sorry...but..." She hesitated for a moment, feeling tears well up again. "Th-Thank you."
Unable to meet his eyes, she looked down at the ground, feeling her cheeks warm with a soft blush.

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Urgh, this is crap. Sorry. D8

“Stop apologizing,” Matthew mock scolded, laughing lightly and good-naturedly. “You’re going to make me cry to and -trust me- that’s something neither of us want to experience, the therapy isn’t worth it.” He smiled at his self deprecating teasing, wanting to see the sadness leave her expression and to hear her sweet laughter once more.
Curiosity licked at his insides like flames, but he tried to ignore it. It wasn’t his place to demand all the details of whatever it was that caused Katyusha to be so afraid. This was after all technically their first date and he knew he’d have to earn her emotional trust before she laid something that intimate all out on the table for him to see. He’d just have to be there for her until she decided the time was right, if she ever told him at all. Maybe it was a secret too deep and dark to share with another person…
Stop it. If she wants to tell me, she will. I’m not going to pressure her, especially right now.
Katyusha looked so vulnerable. His palms reached up to cradle her face, relieved to see his favorite pink blush returning to her cheeks. The sudden playfulness in his mood drifted slowly into concern as he studied the silver tracks tracing downwards from her shed tears.
It really wasn’t fair…
I promise, Katyusha, whatever you need me to be; I’ll be it in a heartbeat. Wherever, whenever.
Matthew’s hands flexed, thumbs brushing beneath her eyes to carry away her tears. His breath puffed outwards in the cold air, mixing with hers. Their gazes locked and he felt as though he was being x-rayed. The powerful blue of her irises began to return from the shadows that haunted them, seeming even more intense by the night and the dark makeup she wore.
Makeup…
“Oops-! Sorry, I sort of smeared- Damn it, I’m sorry.” Matthew’s hands retreated, making sure not to touch her again lest he make it worse. He chuckled at himself. He would ruin his girlfriend’s hard work. Looking down, the pads of his thumbs were black.
… it gave him an idea. If acting like a dork was the only way to make her happy after what happened...
Matthew drew the blackness under his eyes in two lines like a football player, waggling his eyebrows and setting his hands on his hip in a stupid pose. “Shall we head home?” He turned around, bending slightly. Twisting his head too see her over his shoulder, he looked at her expectantly. “Come on, I’ll carry you.”
He wanted to see Katyusha smile and laugh, she deserved it.

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Herp Derp <_>

Katyusha blinked, the cogs in her head turning and processing his offer in a matter of mere seconds. Carry her? But she wasn't hurt or anything...why was he...? She dabbed her fingers at the edges of her eyes, the smudged makeup staining her own finger tips, then looked back at Matthew. Was this his way of trying to brighten things up? His previous statements had already brought a small smile onto her lips, and she blinked again. Her smile grew as an expression of gentle understanding crossed her features, quickly wiping off her black finger tips on her jeans.
She moved to get onto his back, but hesitated. Was this really OK? Did he mind? Maybe she shouldn't...but he'd offered to... Pursing her lips, she decided to agree to his offer. It wouldn't be so bad. Besides, they were dating now. She couldn't keep herself in her bubble constantly. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she stood on her tiptoes to get up but stopped again.
Was she honestly so small that a piggyback was hard for her? She couldn't be THAT tiny...
Letting out a small huff and lifting one foot off of the ground - nudging him to keep him aware - she jumped lightly from the ground and clung to his shoulders. Now that she was secure, she moved her arms so that they were wrapped around his neck, making sure not to choke him. She made herself comfortable, turning her head so that she could murmur to him playfully. "You're too tall for me." As if to voice her "frustration", she finished off her statement by blowing into his ear, laughing softly and feeling her cheeks heat up.
How was it that even in her darkest moments, he always knew how to make her smile? Even if she didn't want to, she would. She couldn't help it.
Her Matthew knew her too well, and this was only the beginning...

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Urgh. IDK.

“Sorry.” Matthew chuckled lightly, smiling at her words. But it was the warm breath blown into his ear that had him almost stumbling around like a drunken idiot. His hands held under the back of her knees, helping her get comfortable before he started making his way around the crowd, back to the way they’d come into the park. Ears still aflame from the fierce blush he wore, Matthew playfully nipped at one of Katyusha’s forearms for a bit of revenge, gandering at her from the corner of his eye mischievously.
The smile on her face set him a little more at ease, though he knew whatever hurt her so much continued to loom in the background and that her senses were not completely back in the present yet. He prayed that time would help.
Matthew spun the two of them a couple of times, laughing as they passed the stage with the band from earlier apparently back from their break.
He’d always thought of Katyusha as dainty, perpetually delicate though he knew she was more than capable of looking after herself and others. Maybe it was because his own frame was just so large and lumbering in comparison. Still, feeling her body pressing to his back only seemed to strengthen the idea. She was so light, like a little kid, which she did look like in part thanks to the hopelessly too big hoodie she appeared to be swimming in.
She may look like a little kid, but Katyusha is undeniably a woman.
There was a maturity in her eyes Matthew had never seen in any of the other girls he’d ever been around. She carried something more… something only gained from experience and struggle, added with something utterly and uniquely Katyusha.
Matthew peered into the glass windows of the shops they’d passed, heart swelling with pride and tenderness as he studied their reflection, Katyusha’s arms wrapped loosely around his neck and her head on his shoulder.
He would have never believed that this, the two of them together and happy, sneaking out of school for a date and enjoying each others' company, would have been the consequences thanks to that first day of their meeting when he’d helped a stranger find her bag.

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Em's brain is not here at the moment, if you'd like to leave a message do so after the beep: BEEP.

Blowing a small puff of air out infront of her, Katyusha's eyes scanned the places they had passed and were now passing back by. Her gaze found each stop that they'd made and she glanced down at the small bag in her hand, which now also held her own slip of photos, and was reminded of the tiny rag doll. She could feel herself smiling even more, tightening her grip around him in the slightest, and closed her eyes. Matthew's sweater was keeping her warm, but the chill air nipped at her nose and cheeks; even if she wasn't exactly fond of the cold, it was a bit refreshing. Blocking out the sights and feeling what was around her hightened her senses, giving her the feeling over really being able to understand what was happening. Cold night air, bustling streets, warm clothes, a warm body carrying her...
Warmth. Everything felt so warm...
And because of the overwelming warmth bubbling up inside her, all she could really do was smile and stop fighting what she thought had to be true.
Katyusha was head-over-heels in love with Matthew. She knew she was. She had to be. There wasn't anything else to describe the mess of emotions she'd become.
They continued on their treck back to the school grounds, slowly leaving the crowds and the sounds of the festival grew dimmer and more muted. And yet, the closer they came to their destination, the more dissapointed she grew. She didn't want to leave just yet... Would she always feel like this every time they parted? But Kat, think...you'll be seeing him again tomorrow. And then the next day. Even if you can't go out because of school, that doesn't mean you won't love him.
She blushed once again at the thought of "love" - would that too also become a habit of hers? But it was true, even if they didn't spend time together at school, that didn't mean they wouldn't have nights like these. She was stupid to even think they wouldn't. The dark nagging thoughts in the back of her mind told her other wise - you never know when it's all over, when the red will finally spill - but she ignored it. She was also wondering what had happened to the teacher who'd spotted them, but chose to ignore that as well. There was a time for everything, right?
"M-Matvey? I, um..." She reopened her eyes and turned her head, still resting it on his shoulder, to look at him. The angle was a bit awkward, but it would have to do. "Um...I...th-thank you. For everything."
Katyusha wondered if he really knew how much she meant what she said, and how much meaning was behind those words.

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*message start* THAT WAS THE CUTEST THING I'VE EVER READ. JUST SAYING. *message end* :U
Erk, my brain is dying. Sorry.

Matthew was caught off guard, stuttering with a blush. “N-no problem, anytime…”
What unnerved him was the intensity of her words. He couldn’t put his finger on it but he sensed that Katyusha’s meaning of the words held something much deeper than a simple ‘thank you’.
His fingers flexed against the denim of her jeans, not liking the idea of letting go one bit. The night was still young, though he knew if he pushed it any later there was a chance they wouldn’t be getting back into the school at all. Security made sure everything was locked up at night, and his little glove in the door to keep it from shutting would be discovered.
Maybe it already was…
That would explain the teacher... though I don’t think they saw us or we’d already be sitting in the head office by now getting what for about sneaking off school grounds after curfew...
Anxiety gave his mind a prod in the side but at the moment Matthew really couldn’t find it in him to care. Not when he felt the steady breathing of Katyusha brushing rhythmically across his cheek, or the comfort he savored of being near her. But his nerves did flair knowing if they got caught it would spell disaster for Katyusha and her many jobs.
Matthew’s expression melted into one of determination. He would never let that happen to her. Not ever.
His eyes drifted upwards. It was hard to see because of the lights, but the sky was filled with a spectacular show of stars and his breath reached upwards towards it in a plume. His mind grappled to remember everything, the sounds, sensations, emotions, all of it. Because once they got back there was a good chance they wouldn’t get the opportunity to see each other for a while. And that’s why these moments were so precious. They were so few and far in between it was all he had to hold onto. Work, school, jobs, studying… it could be weeks before he got to hold her again- or even until Christmas break! He wouldn’t be able to last! The image of Katyusha and himself enjoying the holidays together again flickered in his mind wistfully, this time with the necklace he had seen sparkling around her neck.
Even if I don’t see her ‘till Christmas, I’ll make sure it’s the best Christmas she’s ever had!
… of course that’s if she wants to spend Christmas with me…
Matthew sighed softly.
They reached the edge of the school grounds and Matthew carefully set Katyusha down, playing with her fingers for a moment as he surveyed the area.
Well, nobody’s out playing watchdog waiting for us to return… that’s a good sign.
Lacing their hands together, Matthew kept her close as they retraced their steps, sticking close to the wall like they had when they’d left. Nothing seemed disturbed… His skin stung against the cold metal of the door handle, giving it a tug.
All he got was the distinct “Clunk” of a lock most definitely… well, locked.
Matthew’s swears were a colourful array of both French and English. Although it was hard to see in the darkness, his glove- their ticket back inside- had vanished.
So my glove was found-
The sound of approaching footsteps caused Matthew to whirl around, pulling Katyusha around the corner close behind him. This wasn’t good!
Think, Matthew, think!
His heart pounded in his ears, body full of adrenaline. If this was just him, he’d be all right getting the punishment, but now that it involved Kat-?
Matthew gulped, pulling at every door they came across, though he knew full well that the only door probably left unlocked at this time was the front entrance. The footsteps were in hot pursuit and gaining fast.
I promise to stop sneaking a smoke if we can somehow get out of this! I’ll even cut down on the hockey and study more! Just please, please, please-!
Someone up there must have heard him because, by some miracle, that the third pair of doors he yanked on... opened. He almost fell over himself, not expecting it, but he didn’t waste their chance. Matthew had no idea where the hell they were only that it was dark, and that there was a supply closet with their name on it. The perfect place to hide.

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*throws crappy confetti* Ta-da~

From the moment she heard the clunck of the lock, a sinking feeling settled inside Katyusha's stomach. The fact that someone was following them now made the feeling grow ice cold.
She'd tried to glance back but when she stumbled a little over her own feet, she just followed Matthew. No distractions, not right now! They couldn't get caught, they couldn't, they couldn't! She didn't want the night to be ruined by something like this, and her schedule would be thrown into chaos. Even if they couldn't get inside right now, she didn't want to work twice as hard just to get things back to her "normal". Not to mention it'd get him in trouble, too. She didn't want that, she didn't want to cause him trouble. She wouldn't be a nuisance...
This time she took the lead and pulled him into the now open storage closet, looking back quickly, before feeling around for some sort of hiding place. The dim amount of light was all she needed to find a crook behind a stack of tables; it was cramped, but she'd had more than her share of cramped today. Pulling up her hood with her free hand and squeezing into one half of the space, she motioned for Matthew to follow suit, pointing at the space beside her. Her cheeks were flushed and her heart was pounding; she wasn't normally so assurtive, but right now was an acception apparently. The foosteps grew closer and she nearly held her breath, shutting her eyes and praying that this would pass soon.
The steps grew slower and closer, and soon they stopped all together.
Please leave, just leave...! I don't want to do this!
The silence dragged on and she didn't dare move an inch, until finally the person following them retreated, footsteps growing quieter and further away. It wasn't until it was completely silent again that she let out a sigh of relief, trying not to be too loud. Leaning her head back against the wall, she opened her eyes and let them adjust to the darkness. She was still too nervous to leave the spot she stood in.
So, they'd managed to avoid their pursuer and, assuming that they were definitely gone, were home-free. They'd just have to be more careful finding their way back in...if they COULD get back in. The thought made her stomach twist into knots. It was cold, and they couldn't stay out here all night...but if they went to get help, they'd get into trouble.
What now...?

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*fails orz*

Matthew obediently followed Katyusha, but forcing his tall frame into the tiny space was easier said then done. The footsteps hesitated by the door, lingering for a long, heart stopping moment and he knew if they opened the storage door now they’d spot him instantly, jutting awkwardly out of their hiding place. He was prepared that if whoever it was did, Matthew would give himself up early and lead them away so Katyusha could get back to the dorms without incident.
All breathing stopped.
His whole body sagged as the sounds of their pursuer withdrew, and after a shocked second a disbelieving guffaw bubbled out of his mouth. He tried to clap a hand over his snickers but he couldn’t help it.
A few weeks ago he figured he’d be spending tonight locked up in his dorm room, lonely and depressed as he listened to everyone coming back from the party chattering away about how much fun they had with their friends and dates. And yet here he was, playing a literal game of mission impossible with his adorably shy girlfriend who he hadn’t believed had a rule breaking bone in her body… until now.
Matthew slipped an arm around Katyusha’s waist, his hand rubbing slow circles on her back aiming to sooth. “You make my life so much more exciting, you know that?” he smiled, pressing a kiss to her hair.
His arms cradled her close and he rested his chin on top her head as he tried to ignore the way her figure contoured perfectly to his own and focused on figuring out where they were.
Stacked tables… chairs… there’s something else but I can’t make out what it is…. Well that means we could be near the gym, or the cafeteria….
Never being one to creep around all the storage rooms of the school, he honestly had no idea.
“At least we’re safe, eh?” Matthew chuckled breathlessly. His hand slipped to hers and he raised them to his lips, blowing warm air between them. He definitely needed to find Katyusha a pair of gloves before winter really hit.
Several minutes passed and at some point Matthew’s warming menstruations had shifted, beginning to deviate from the innocence of merely keeping her hands from turning to ice.
His lips bowed to the curve of her right palm and he advanced with another to her wrist, lifting her arms upwards so they draped over his shoulders and her fingers brushed the back of his hair, leaving him nose to nose with Katyusha’s flushed, heart-shaped face.
The urge was uncontrollable. There was no stopping himself. The feeling to hold her, touch her, grew stronger whenever he was around her and especially now that they were alone.
Matthew inhaled a slow breath of her sweet scent before their mouths connected.
His thirst for her was insatiable, his mind enraptured by the raw taste of Katyusha mixed faintly with flavor of maple, together driving his senses over the edge. His hands drifted upwards from her waist, tracing upwards along her ribs. There was no way he could stop… it just wasn’t possible-
“Hey, you!”
Matthew disengaged quickly from Katyusha, taking a hall step in front of her in an attempt to block her from the view of the stranger standing menacingly in the doorway. “Uh, sir, I can explain-!”
“I thought I told you kids to stop using these closets for your own private make out sessions!”
Matthew blinked in surprise. The stranger turned out to be a janitor, and apparently this wasn’t his first time tonight catching students in the act by the way he was scowling and wielding that mop.
The man huffed angrily. “The party’s over so I suggest you get your behinds out of here before I report you to one of the teachers!”
Matthew's eyebrows shot upwards.
He doesn’t know about us sneaking out…?
Matthew wasn’t about to argue. Taking Katyusha’s hand, he ducked by the janitor mumbling an apology to which the man replied something about “…Kids today…” and something about “…. Like rabbits…”.
They emerged in of the halls, not far from the gym entrance where costumed people were exiting in a steady stream, signaling that teachers had decided to call it a night.
Matthew sent Katyusha a quizzical look of awe, still stunned by the turn of events. They could easily melt into the crowd and they’d be home free. No expulsion, no detention…
“Well tonight was definitely one for the history books,” Matthew murmured, shocked. He exhaled, letting his shoulders drop. “I guess we should go back to our dorms then…” His voice trailed off wistfully.
Even if that janitor had saved their hides without knowing it, Matthew wished they could’ve had just a few more minutes in that closet…

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@_@

Katyusha was almost getting dizzy from the cycle of tender kisses, to shock, and then to embarressment that reoccured wherever they went. It was hard to stay focused. Her head was swimming between thoughts of holding and reacting to Matthew's touches, and feeling slightly sheepish. She would've loved to stay in there just a little longer; his way of subtly tempting her into a kiss was mesmerizing, the chilly air made the warmth all the more enjoyable, and the atmosphered that had formed from the darkness, their previous adrenaline rush, and just the very feeling of being so close... Suddenly, she felt a little too hot. The janitor's statement about rabbits didn't help, either. S-Stop thinking so hard about it! It's just a little k-kissing... And now, seeing that somehow they'd gotten out of their prediciment, she was just as shocked as he was. That was one heck of a stroke of luck, that was for sure. And they'd gotten back in time for the incident, too.
That was way too lucky, but she wasn't complaining.
For a few more moments, she watched the crowd of students return to their dorms and let the shock wash over and from her. She only nodded at his statement, squeezing his hand a little and glancing down at the ground. So, this was the end of their date? Their first OFFICIAL date. Well...overall, it had gone well. Despite their awkward spells and her moment of feeling absolutely terrified, it had been nice. The time was well spent - at least, to Katyusha it was.
Even if she'd thanked him enough, she couldn't help but feel that there had to be something else she could do for him...
She looked back up, turning her gaze to meet with his, then quickly averted her eyes again to look at their intertwined hands. An idea came to her, even if it made her cheeks burn. Glancing back behind her, she tugged on his hands gently, attempting to lead him into the shadow of the building. Once she decided they were close enough, she looked up at him with a small smile and pressed a sweet kiss against his lips. It was quick, but maybe it was best not to push things too much. "U-Um...I want to thank you again...f-for tonight. It...it was fun!" Her words were so soft that she wondered if he'd even understood, and she couldn't help but pull back a little, shyly brushing a few stray hairs behind her ear and looking off to the side.
Her gaze caught the last of the crowd and she fumbled for words. "Ah, i-if we're going back, I guess you'll need your sweater back."

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My replies are such failures compared to yours. ;A; <3

Matthew was surprised by Katyusha’s sudden boldness, and happily so. Automatically an abashed smile hitched itself across his face, along with a faint blush. They’re first official date as a couple. He was already planning ideas for the next one.
Somewhere quiet and calm, to make up for what happened at the haunted house. Dinner maybe…? Or perhaps stay in with a movie…? Hmmm…
His grin softened at her words. “I know everything didn’t exactly… go as planned.” He gave a short, awkward laugh, knowing that even with all the laughter they had shopping and in the photo booth or sharing a beaver tail, that he’d never forget her expression of absolute fear that threatened to engulf her. “But I-I’m glad you liked it. I, um… I-I had fun to.” He cradled her hand and they began walked back toward the dorms.
He looked down at her, “No, no it’s all right. I’ll get it back the next time we see each other.” He liked the way the red material looked on her, probably a little too much. He would give it to her to wear every day if she wanted.
He paused at the entrance to the girl’s dormitory. Matthew’s mouth opened and closed uselessly, unsure of what to say. How did one exactly end a date as adventurous and crazy as their own? His gaze flickered between the floor and the blue of Katyusha’s eyes. Then, in a quick movement, he placed a kiss to the back of her knuckles, blushing furiously. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
He bid her goodnight before making his way back to his own room, weaving around the people. He shut the door behind him with a click, his insides stil whirling after everything that had happened.
Carefully he extracted the strip of photos from his pocket, studying them like a famous work of art as he sank down onto his bed, biting his lip to hide his smile.

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Oh pish posh! I loved it~ <3

//Skip to December, lalala~//

A shiver wracked Katyusha's body as she stood outside, blowing warm air between her hands. It really had gotten colder! School work was at a normal pace, while her job had slowed its own pace which was surprising, considering how close to Christmas it was. But when you thought about it, greenhouse work wasn't exactly super busy when the ground was covered in snow. There was always the smaller flowers that people wanted, so business was still ago. Luckily, she didn't have to work tonight and all she really had to do was finish holiday homework. After so long, after so much stress, FINALLY - Christmas break had arrived. She could finally put her feet up, curl up in a bundle of blankets and sleep peacefully.
Maybe, also, with a certain someone by her side.
She bit her lip to hold back a smile, feeling a rush of emotion overtake her. It had been a long time since she and Matthew could spend some time with each other; sure, they'd had a few more dates after the first one. It wasn't like they hadn't seen each other at all. But really, it didn't seem like enough. A frown took its place on her lips and she blew into her hands again. No, that was greedy! She shouldn't think like that...he wasn't an object. She wouldn't treat him like that, so she wouldn't think of him like that.
Looking up at the overcast sky, she let out a few puffs of air, watching them turn into tiny "clouds". Maybe I should find him...? What do I do?

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Tada! Craptastic start! :U

“Ah… Ah-CHOO!... Ugh…”
Matthew sniffled, mumbling weak, nasally curses into the thick material of his scarf.
Oh God what a day…
Every muscle in his body ached and he shook with shivers from the high fever ravaging his frame. His breath puffed visibly into the cold winter air, barely registering the snow crunching beneath his feet, only faintly thinking of how nice the frigid air felt against his throbbing head. It was a rare occurance for him to ever get sick, but when he did it hit him harder than most. Today had been the last day of school before break and being trapped in classes all day had literally been a living hell, a coughing, stuffy, exhausted living hell. And now all he wanted was to go back to his room, down some cold medicine and then crawl into bed where he planned to stay for the whole weekend.
He turned the corner, shoulders curling inwards as his shaking began to worsen. The world was starting to spin a little to…
Matthew sneezed again, body convulsing. He swore and continued walking.
I miss Katyusha so much… but I’m glad she hasn’t seen me like this. I’m such a mess.
Not too mention he didn’t want to risk giving her his cold, no matter how badly he wanted to see her. He thought back to the only time he had spent with her recently, on their other dates following Halloween. They’d been more simplistic, nothing as bold as sneaking off school grounds, but he’d enjoyed them nonetheless. It was just… Well, Katyusha still had work and they’d both had school up until today. And of course now when they had all the time in the world thanks to the holiday break he just had to get sick.
Stupid irony…
Sniffling again, Matthew rounded the final corner that was supposed to lead him back inside, however he collided with some solid yet soft. Being dizzy as it was, the impact nearly toppled him.
“Sorry,” Matthew mumbled, voice scratchy and raw thanks to a sore throat. Then he looked down and realized who it was. His eyes widened in surprise. “Katyusha?”

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I do believe sick!Matt is ready for nurse!Kat, captain! *salutes* >u>

Katyusha had squeaked a little when someone ran into her and looked up curiously to give her own apology. For what reason, who knows. It was just automatic. But the words never got out; she was met with a lovely familiar face.
But he definitely didn't look too good.
His usually bright violet eyes were dull and his face was flushed, contorted into a exhausted expression. She could nearly see him visibly shaking, too. And his voice, it sounded different. Was he stuffed up? Katyusha's surprised expression turned into one of worry, a frown etching itself into her lips. There was no hesitation in reaching up to put the back of her hand against his forehead, and she almost pulled back immidiately. "M-Matvey, you're burning up! You need to lie down!" She slipped her hand down to cup his cheek, stroking absentlymindedly with her thumb now that she could actually feel him shaking. His skin felt scorching hot against her cold hand... Did he go through the whole day like this?
Her frown grew as she thought about it and the more she thought about it, the more worried she became. He was in no condition to walk around! He needed a good rest, medicine, and fluids. Walking around like a drunk man in frigid weather wasn't going to do any good. Biting her lip, she took her hand from his cheek and instead held his hand, continuing the same stroking there. "Were you sick in during classes, too...?"
It was weird. When she started worrying over someone, either she became even more clumsy and stammered more or her more motherly side would come out. She knew how to deal with illness, she knew very well. Perhaps that was the bright side about raising her siblings. It had been hard work, but it had been out of love.
Glancing around her, she wondered where the best place to take him to rest was. The school probably wasn't a good idea; they wouldn't be able to stay the night. The dorms were a possibility, but it might be troublesome with Matthew's brother around. Or would he be out for break, going to parties...? Slowly, she lost herself in concern, raking through her head for an idea.

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This...is really OOC.
Um.
Agh. D:

Matthew nearly groaned out loud as Katyusha’s soft hand pressed to his cheek. The cool tips of her fingers landed near his temple and he sighed at the feeling. Having her thumb move back in forth to was so hypnotically relaxing, his eyelids drooped dangerously low. But he turned away slightly at her question. Katyusha already had so much on her plate with work, school and other things, she didn’t need him to worry about to.
“I’ve had it for a couple days,” Matthew croaked as nonchalantly as he could, not meeting her eye. “Besides, it’s just-“ he smothered a cough in his scarf. This cold air must be affecting his lungs. “Sorry. Er… it’s j-just a co-“ But the coughing continued, getting progressively worse, until he was bending over slightly, eyes watering. After a minute or two the coughing seemed to lessen, he straightened back up, apologizing weakly. He set his glasses back on the bridge of her nose, sniffling embarrassedly. “Sorry,… um, I mean it’s just a cold… not that bad...” His voice trailed off in defeat, suddenly fascinated by snowy ground. He could feel his cheeks grow even more feverish with a flush, and he couldn't contain a tiny moan of discomfort.
I’m supposed to keep her from worrying about me, not hack up my insides in front of her…
“So, are you not going home for break?” he asked awkwardly, pretending like he didn't hear the way his voice scratched and strained over the words.

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I don't think it's OOC o3o I like it!