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Boboiboy-Night time confessions [🏳️‍🌈]

[Boboiboy x Male!Reader]
Title: Night Time Confessions
TW: ⚠️Issues, Internalized Homophobia⚠️
Reader Summary: You are interested in Mechanical Engineering/ Robotics and as been offered by TAPOPs a posistion in the station but you have always declined.

Tis' the night of your 18th birthday, after an entire day of celebration and having a feast. The night has died down, the sky a deep shade of Prussian blue, smudges of vermillion twisting and dancing in the sky. The faint speckled of stars began to show in the darkest shade of the sky. The faint dots reflected back into your pupils, twinkling slightly. A chill biting breeze kissed your exposed shoulders, chills were sent down your spine as you grabbed onto your shoulder to shield them from hades ass fart. You were shaking in your knees, waiting for your online ride to arrive. A sudden wave of warmth over came you as well as weight. You turn your head only to met with Boboiboys hot breath caressing your cheek. You felt your face burning up as you quickly turned away. Boboiboy clung onto you for support as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, he muttered out incoherent babbles. The words spoken caressed your skin with a warm wash. His arms snaked around your waist and he coiled. Tightening his grip on you. You squeaked at the sudden force. Looking back at your phone, the screen illuminating against your face. Boboiboy grunted at the sudden brightness and turned to hide his face in your locks. You glanced over and saw the clock read '01:26'. You let out a heavy sigh,running a hand through your hair with a freehand. You can't leave Boi to his own devices now, after he has shown signs of fatigue and possibly drunkenness. You typed into your navigation app to set course for Boboiboys home since it was within walking distance anyways. You began the move towards the journey ahead. The unbalanced force caused Boboiboy to jolt up and swing his arm over and laid his head on your shoulder. Despite the unevenness in weight distribution you pushed through and headed for his home.

From what felt like hours you finally reached his humble adobe. The warm colors looked so cold yet inviting under the moon lit night. No light came through the windows either, which meant Tok-Aba isn't home yet. You rested Boboiboy on the patio and let him leaned against the wooden pillar. You looked around the front garden and lifted up an old ceramic pot. A silver glint played in your eyes, as you reached to pick it up. You ambled along back up the wooden stairs onto the patio and fumbled around with the keys. A satisfying click was heard and the door seemed to open by itself. The creaks echoed throughout the empty house, You looked back at Boboiboy noticing features that you hadn't really payed attention to.

His face was flushed in a red tint due to the alcohol you assumed, but light brown freckles were speckled across his cheeks. His deep brown lashes lay gently, moving to the rhythm of his breathing. His lips were in a pale color yet looked so appetizing as if it were a siren calling out to lost sailors. His hair was tussled around ebony brown locks framed his face, lose hair sticking out and his infamous white strip laid on his forehead. His chest rising and falling, due to the lightness of the cotton you could almost make an outline of his toned body.

Your face flushed in a deep red as looked away but your gaze lingered onto him savoring every passing moment. You let out a shaky breath and began to approach him, pulling his body close to yours as you bring him into the house. Closing the door behind with your leg as you make way up the stairs. The boards creaking with every step you took. Anxiety filled you within each step; The creaking sounded like war bombs going off, as if the entire neighborhood could hear you. You finally reached his room in the far left.

His bedroom was still as childish as it was when he was in high school. The ceiling was covered in a space pattern with the solar system hanging from it. Multiple science posters were hung up by his little yellow bed. Newspaper clippings from the multiple awards he received from the mayor were framed and placed on his bedside table.