(HxH) And They Were Roommates

24: Confessions Confessions.

I have to work tmrw🤦‍♂️ also do any of you know good cookie, brownie, or other small dessert recipes?? I got a potluck coming up🥱

You couldn't help but notice Shalnark's sour mood. Especially towards Feitan.

It easily could've been dismissed as being a sore loser from yesterday's capture the flag. But Phinks was the one more likely to be strung up over that. And the dumber blond didn't seem to care at all.

Finishing your breakfast, you left your plate on the table and stood up. One of your housewives could wash it.

"I'm off to work, see you tonight," You only took a single step towards the door, before Shal's arms wrapped around you from behind.

"Stay." He mumbled, burying his face in your neck, "You can say you're still sick."

"I need the money." You tried to reason, but his grip on you just seemed to get tighter.

"I need you." He argued.

"Man, what's got you so clingy?" Phinks asked, much to your relief seeing how you had no response for that.

"It's not like I'm leaving forever," You added, trying to free yourself from Shal's arms.

"Eight hours is too long," One of Shal's arms left your waist. But he kept his iron grip. Before you knew it, he had your phone on his hand.

"Hey! What are you-" His other arm left your waist, giving you temporary freedom before his hand covered your mouth, and he kept you pressed against him.

He typed in your password—which you don't recall giving him—and dialed the number for your work.

"Mm- mmmh- Mmf!!"

"Shh, you preferring being here anyway," He whispered in your ear, his demeanor changing the second someone on the other end picked up the phone.

"Hello! Y/n's not going to be able to make it today, unfortunately." He lied with a smile on his face, no tell he was lying except the obviously untrue words, "They're very ill, we might even have to take them to the doctor if the fever gets higher."

You wonder if he'd ever lied to you so blatantly.

"Well something's on your nerves, hm?" Phinks taunted. Shalnark, still on the call and unable to respond, just glared.

You couldn't hear what the person on the other line was saying, but after a moment Shalnark replied, "I'll tell them, have a good day."

He finally removed his hand from your mouth. Letting you speak again.

You spun around to face him, rightfully angry, "The hell was that-"

"I'm madly in love with you." Shalnark interrupted, staring into your eyes.

Phinks spit out his cereal, coughing.

Feitan, who got cereal spit on him, was unimpressed. Just grumbling "Get a room."

"Don't get a room," Phinks stood up, "since when were we proclaiming our love for Y/n? Shouldn't that've been a group decision?"