Boboiboy's POV

The room was quieter than I expected, the low hum of the ship’s engine the only sound. Nyx moved around swiftly, tidying up the small space and gesturing for us to sit.

Kizka didn’t waste time. His piercing gaze settled on me as soon as the door slid shut. “So,” he began, crossing his arms, “what happened during your mission?”

Nyx hovered nearby, leaning against the wall, his expression curious yet restrained.

I hesitated, glancing away from Kizka’s intense eyes. “The mission went fine,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“That’s not what I’m asking, Boboiboy,” Kizka said, his tone softer now but no less demanding. “You and Fang came back bruised. That wasn’t part of the mission.”

I clenched my fists in my lap, unsure how to answer. The memory of Fang’s kiss flashed in my mind, unbidden, making my cheeks flush. I felt Nyx’s eyes on me, and my embarrassment deepened.

“It was nothing,” I muttered, hoping that would be enough.

“Nothing doesn’t leave marks,” Kizka pressed, his voice firm but not unkind.

Nyx straightened, his braid swishing as he stepped closer. “Kizka’s right. If something happened, you should talk about it.” His voice was gentler, but his concern was palpable.

I looked between the two of them, their patience waiting to crack. “Fang and I... we had a disagreement. That’s all.”

Kizka raised an eyebrow. “A disagreement?”

I nodded, avoiding his gaze. “We’re fine now. It won’t affect the team.”

Kizka didn’t look convinced, but he sighed and took a step back. “Boboiboy,” he said carefully, “you know I trust you, right? If there’s something more going on, you can tell me. This isn’t just about the mission—it’s about keeping everyone safe, including you.”

His words hit deeper than I expected, and for a moment, I wanted to spill everything. About the fight. About the kiss. About how confused I was.

But then I remembered Fang walking into his room with Tony. That hurt—more than I wanted to admit.

“I know,” I said finally, forcing a small smile. “Thank you, Kizka. But really, it’s nothing.”

Kizka studied me for a long moment before nodding. “Alright,” he said. “But if you need to talk, you know where to find me.”

As he turned to leave, Nyx stayed behind, his gaze locked on me. When the door shut, the room felt too quiet, too heavy.

The room felt too small, too heavy with unspoken words. I kept my head down, trying to will away the confusion swirling in my chest.

But Nyx didn’t let me retreat. His hand on my shoulder squeezed gently, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Boboiboy,” he said softly, his voice a soothing balm against the chaos in my mind. “You’ve been through a lot today. You don’t have to carry it all by yourself.”

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat threatening to choke me. “It’s not that easy, Nyx,” I murmured. “I can’t... I don’t even know what I’m feeling right now.”

Nyx’s hand slid down my arm, his touch warm and steady. Before I realized what was happening, he pulled me into a hug—a firm yet gentle embrace that caught me off guard.

At first, I stiffened, unsure how to react. But then his arms wrapped around me completely, and the warmth of his presence broke through my defenses.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice close to my ear. “You don’t have to explain it to me. Just breathe.”

His scent—faintly earthy with a hint of something sweet—enveloped me, grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected. My hands hovered awkwardly at my sides before I slowly let them rest against his back.

The weight of everything—the mission, Fang, Tony—pressed down on me all at once. My chest tightened, and before I knew it, a tear slipped down my cheek. I buried my face into Nyx’s shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

But he did.

“I’ve got you,” he said, his voice low and soothing. One of his hands gently stroked my back while the other cradled the back of my head. “Let it out if you need to.”

His kindness unraveled me completely. I clung to him, my body trembling as I let the emotions pour out—the confusion, the hurt, the anger I’d been holding in.

Nyx didn’t say anything more. He just held me, steady and unyielding, like a lighthouse in a storm.

When I finally pulled back, wiping at my face, I felt embarrassed but strangely lighter. Nyx looked at me with so much understanding in his eyes that it made my chest ache.

“You don’t always have to be strong, Boboiboy,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “It’s okay to let someone else be there for you.”

I managed a weak smile. “Thanks, Nyx.”

He chuckled lightly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “What are friends for?”

But the way his hand lingered, his fingers gently grazing my cheek, made my heart skip a beat.

For a moment, I wondered if he meant more than just friendship.

Nyx’s eyes searched mine, but he didn’t say anything else. Instead, he gave me a small smile and stood, offering me his hand. “Come on. Let’s get some rest. You’ve had enough for one day.”

I hesitated before taking his hand, his grip warm and reassuring.

As he led me toward his bed, I couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of comfort and uncertainty. Nyx had a way of making me feel safe, but deep down, I wondered if it was okay to let myself rely on him so much.

For now, though, I pushed those thoughts aside. All I knew was that, for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel so alone.

Nyx stretched his arms, breaking the lingering silence in the room. “Before we get some rest, we should probably clean up. You look like you’ve been through a battlefield.”

I blinked at him, realizing I hadn’t even thought about how disheveled I must look. My uniform was torn in places, stained with dirt and sweat. “Right… I guess I could use a shower.”

Nyx smirked. “Guess? Boboiboy, you need a shower.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped me. “Fine, fine. You’re not exactly spotless yourself.”

Nyx raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, fair point. But you go first.”

I didn’t argue. Grabbing a clean towel from my bag, I made my way to the bathroom attached to his room. The hot water felt like heaven, washing away the grime and tension of the day. As I stood under the stream, I couldn’t stop my thoughts from wandering—to Fang, to Tony, and, surprisingly, to Nyx.

The way he held me earlier... it felt different. Comforting, yes, but there was something else there. Something that made my heart race.

Shaking my head, I finished up and stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around my waist. I rummaged through my bag, realizing I didn’t pack much in the way of sleepwear. The only clean option left was a fitted sleeveless shirt and some shorts that were... shorter than I remembered.

“Great,” I muttered to myself, slipping them on.

When I walked back into the room, Nyx was sitting on the bed, scrolling through a device. At the sound of the door, he glanced up—and his eyes widened slightly.

I froze, suddenly self-conscious under his gaze. “What?”

Nyx quickly cleared his throat, looking away, but not before I caught the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks. “Nothing. Just... didn’t expect you to come out looking like that.”

“Like what?” I frowned, looking down at myself.

He shrugged, a teasing smile playing on his lips now. “Forget it. I’m just saying, if you walked out like that anywhere else, you’d probably stop traffic.”

I felt my face heat up instantly. “Shut up, Nyx!” I threw my towel at him, and he caught it, laughing.

“Alright, alright,” he said, standing up. “My turn.”

As he disappeared into the bathroom, I flopped onto the bed, trying to calm my racing heart. What was wrong with me? It wasn’t like Nyx was the first person to tease me, but somehow, coming from him, it felt... different.

The sound of the shower running in the background did little to distract me. Instead, my mind kept replaying the look on his face when he saw me.

By the time Nyx returned, his hair damp and loose from its usual braid, I had pulled the blanket up to my chest, pretending to be engrossed in my device.

“You’re taking up the whole bed,” Nyx said, a playful lilt in his voice as he sat on the edge, towel drying his hair.

“There’s plenty of space,” I muttered, not looking up.

“Uh-huh.” He tossed his towel aside and leaned back, his arm brushing against mine. “Comfortable?”

“Sure,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended.

He turned his head to look at me, and I could feel his gaze even without meeting it. “Boboiboy,” he said softly. “You’re tense again. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Nothing,” I lied.

Nyx didn’t push, but he shifted closer, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. “Well, whatever it is, you’re safe here, alright? You can relax.”

The warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his voice made it impossible to hold onto my defenses. I let out a slow breath, nodding.

“Thanks, Nyx,” I whispered.

He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze before pulling away. “Anytime.”

As the night wore on, the weight of the day slowly began to fade, replaced by the quiet comfort of Nyx’s presence.

The room had settled into a comfortable silence. Nyx was sitting against the headboard, his legs stretched out, while I lay beside him, staring at the ceiling. The dim lighting cast soft shadows across the walls, making everything feel quieter, calmer.

“Boboiboy,” Nyx said after a while, breaking the stillness. His voice was softer than usual, almost hesitant.

“Yeah?” I turned my head slightly to look at him.

He hesitated, his gaze fixed ahead. “Back on the ship… you seemed… distracted. It wasn’t just the mission, was it?”

My breath hitched slightly. I wasn’t sure how to answer.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me,” he continued, his tone gentle. “I just... I don’t like seeing you like that. You don’t have to carry everything by yourself, you know.”

I bit my lip, the weight of his words pressing against me. “It’s complicated,” I admitted finally.

Nyx turned his head to look at me, his expression soft but serious. “Then un-complicate it. At least a little.”

I let out a small, humorless laugh. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not,” he said, shaking his head. “But sometimes, just saying it out loud can help.”

There was something in his eyes, something that made it impossible for me to look away. For a moment, I wondered how someone I’d just met could feel so... steady, so reliable.

“It’s Fang,” I admitted quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Nyx didn’t react right away, giving me space to continue.

“He kissed me,” I blurted out, my cheeks heating up instantly.

Nyx’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.

“And I don’t know how to feel about it,” I continued, my words spilling out in a rush. “Part of me... I don’t know. Part of me didn’t hate it. But the other part of me—”

“You’re angry,” Nyx finished for me, his voice steady.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “Angry at him. Angry at myself. Angry that he—”

I stopped, my chest tightening.

Nyx shifted closer, his hand brushing lightly against mine. “You’re angry because it’s confusing,” he said softly.

I nodded, my throat too tight to speak.

“And you’re angry because it feels like he’s taking pieces of you without asking,” Nyx continued, his voice calm and understanding.

That hit me like a punch to the chest. I turned to him, my eyes wide. “How do you know that?”

Nyx gave me a small, sad smile. “Because I’ve felt it too.”

There was a weight to his words, a quiet pain that made my heart ache for him. “Nyx…”

He shook his head, dismissing my concern. “This isn’t about me. I just... I want you to know that it’s okay to feel all of it—the anger, the confusion, even the parts you don’t want to admit.”

I swallowed hard, his words sinking in.

“And for the record,” he added, his tone lightening just slightly, “you don’t owe anyone anything—not Fang, not anyone. Your feelings are yours, Boboiboy. No one gets to decide what they mean except you.”

The knot in my chest loosened just a little, and before I knew it, I was leaning against him, my head resting on his shoulder.

Nyx didn’t say anything, but his arm came up around me, holding me close. His touch was warm, steady, grounding.

“You’re too good at this,” I mumbled.

“At what?” he asked, his tone amused.

“Making me feel better,” I admitted, my cheeks flushing.

Nyx chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Well, I can’t let my roommate spiral into an emotional black hole, can I?”

I smiled against his shoulder, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the room. For the first time all day, I felt like I could breathe again.

As the silence returned, I found myself speaking without really thinking. “Nyx?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

His arm tightened around me slightly, his voice soft in the quiet room. “Anytime, Boboiboy. Anytime.”

The warmth of Nyx’s arm around me and the steady rhythm of his breathing lulled me into a strange calm. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t drowning in my own thoughts. His presence was like an anchor, keeping me from drifting too far into my insecurities.

But that calm also made me hyper-aware of everything—the heat of his skin through his shirt, the faint scent of his cologne, the way his fingers occasionally brushed against my arm as he adjusted his grip.

My heart began to race again, but this time it wasn’t because of confusion or anger.

It was him.

I pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him. Nyx tilted his head, meeting my gaze with those striking eyes of his, the light from the bedside lamp casting golden flecks in the green.

“What?” he asked softly, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and something I couldn’t quite place.

For a moment, I didn’t answer. My thoughts were a blur, emotions I couldn’t name swirling in my chest.

I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, like he could see everything I was trying to hide and still didn’t pull away. Maybe it was the way he made me feel safe, even when I felt like I was falling apart.

Or maybe I was just tired of fighting everything inside me.

Before I could second-guess myself, I leaned up and pressed my lips to his.

The kiss was soft, tentative—a question more than anything else.

Nyx froze for a moment, clearly surprised, but then his hand moved to cradle the side of my face, his touch impossibly gentle.

He kissed me back.

My heart felt like it was going to explode. Every nerve in my body was on fire, but it wasn’t the overwhelming kind of heat I’d felt with Fang. This was different. This was... warm, grounding, like stepping into sunlight after a storm.

When we finally pulled apart, I was breathless, my face burning. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him right away, too afraid of what I might see in his expression.

But then he chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “What was that for?”

I finally mustered the courage to look at him, my cheeks still flaming. “I... I don’t know,” I admitted. “I just... I wanted to.”

Nyx’s gaze softened, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “Well, for the record,” he said, his voice teasing but sincere, “I didn’t mind.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, a small smile tugging at my lips. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re adorable,” he shot back, his grin widening.

I groaned, hiding my face against his chest, but I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped me. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t overthinking. I wasn’t stuck in my head or weighed down by everything that had happened.

I was just here, with Nyx, and for now, that was enough.

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Nyx’s POV

Boboiboy’s lips lingered in my mind long after the kiss ended, and his shy, breathless smile was nothing short of a test of my resolve. I gazed down at him, still cradling his face gently in my hands. His flushed cheeks and the way he buried his face in my chest—adorable didn’t even begin to describe him.

But he had no idea what he was doing to me.

His kiss had stirred something I’d been desperately trying to keep at bay, something I was quickly losing control over. I closed my eyes and took a slow breath, trying to steady myself.

“Boboiboy...” My voice came out lower than I intended, rough with the strain of restraint.

He looked up at me, his wide eyes curious, still a little uncertain. “What is it?”

I hesitated. Part of me wanted to say nothing, to brush it off, but the other part—the part that was drowning in the way he looked at me—couldn’t hold back any longer.

“You’re pushing me to my limit,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Boboiboy blinked, clearly confused. “Your limit?”

I sighed, resting my forehead against his. “You don’t realize what you’re doing to me, do you? That kiss... You’re making it really hard for me to hold back.”

His face turned an even deeper shade of red, and I could feel him tense in my arms. “I... I didn’t mean to—”

But before he could finish, I smiled softly, cutting him off. “I know. You don’t need to apologize. It’s just... you’re making me want things I’ve been trying to suppress.”

His lips parted slightly as he looked up at me, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. His gaze flickered between my eyes and my lips, and I swear I saw something shift in his expression—a flicker of boldness.

And then, before I could react, he kissed me again.

This time, there was no hesitation, no tentativeness. His lips pressed against mine with more purpose, more heat, and it sent a shockwave through me.

I groaned softly against his mouth, my hands instinctively tightening around him—one on the back of his neck, the other sliding to his waist. My body moved before my mind could catch up, pulling him impossibly closer.

“Boboiboy...” I murmured against his lips, but he didn’t stop. His fingers curled into my shirt, and the soft, breathy sound he made as I kissed him back nearly undid me.

This was dangerous.

But gods, it felt so right.

When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. I kept my eyes closed for a moment, trying to rein in the overwhelming surge of emotions.

“You’re really testing me,” I said with a soft chuckle, my voice thick with both amusement and something deeper.

Boboiboy let out a nervous laugh, his face still burning. “I... I didn’t mean to...”

I opened my eyes, tilting his chin up so he’d look at me. “You’re sure about this?” I asked, my tone more serious now. “Because once we go any further, it’s not just a kiss anymore.”

His gaze met mine, and for a moment, there was silence. Then he nodded, his voice soft but steady. “I trust you.”

Those three words nearly broke me.

His words echoed in my mind. I trust you.

I held his gaze, my breath catching as the weight of his trust settled over me. Boboiboy didn’t just say it—he meant it, with every fiber of his being. It wasn’t just about the kiss, or even this moment. It was about something deeper, something unspoken between us.

“Boboiboy...” I whispered his name, letting my forehead rest against his. “You’re making this very hard for me.”

A flicker of worry crossed his face. “Did I do something wrong?”

I shook my head quickly, cupping his cheek with my hand. “No. You did everything right. That’s the problem.”

He blinked, clearly confused, but I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips. He was so innocent, so pure, even when he was the one driving me to the edge.

I leaned down, brushing my lips against his again—softer this time, slower, savoring the way he trembled in my arms. His hands gripped my shirt tighter, pulling me closer, and I felt his trust radiating in every touch.

As much as I wanted to lose myself in him, I pulled back slightly, resting my hand on the side of his neck. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his face flushed and his eyes half-lidded.

“Boboiboy, we need to slow down,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up at me, a mixture of confusion and disappointment flashing across his features. “Why?”

I chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “Because if we keep going, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.”

His lips parted, and I could see the hesitation in his eyes, the internal conflict. But then, he surprised me again.

“I don’t want you to stop,” he said, his voice quiet but steady.

Those words hit me harder than I expected. I swallowed hard, trying to keep myself grounded. This wasn’t just about physical attraction—this was him. Everything he was, everything he trusted me with. I couldn’t take that lightly.

“You’re sure about this?” I asked again, my tone more serious.

He nodded, his hands loosening their grip on my shirt only to slide up to my shoulders. “I’m sure.”

For a moment, I just looked at him, taking in the determination in his gaze, the vulnerability he was willing to share with me. And then, I closed the distance between us again, this time pouring everything I felt into the kiss.

His response was immediate, his arms wrapping around my neck as he leaned into me. I could feel the warmth of his skin, the rapid beat of his heart against mine, and it only made me hold him tighter.

But even as the intensity grew, I made sure to be careful, to let him set the pace. This wasn’t just about me—it was about us.

Eventually, we broke apart, both of us breathing heavily. I pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, letting the moment settle between us.

“I meant what I said earlier,” I murmured. “You’re testing my limits.”

Boboiboy let out a soft laugh, his cheeks still flushed. “I guess I have that effect on people.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “You have no idea.”

But then, as I held him close, a thought crossed my mind. I needed to make sure he truly understood what this meant—for both of us.

“Boboiboy,” I said softly, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. “This isn’t just... a moment for me. If we do this, it means something. It’s not just something I can brush off.”

His expression softened, and he smiled. “I know, Nyx. I wouldn’t be here with you if I didn’t feel the same way.”

His words brought a warmth to my chest I hadn’t felt in a long time. I pulled him into a hug, holding him close as the weight of the moment settled over us.

As i held him close my thoughts raced, my heart pounding against my chest. His trust in me was overwhelming, and every inch of my body ached to be closer to him. I could feel the heat between us, growing, building with every shared breath. His lips were so soft, his touch so tentative but eager. It was intoxicating.

I pulled back just enough to look at him, his eyes dark with something I couldn't quite name. He wanted this. He wanted me.

But even as the need swirled inside me, I forced myself to stay in control. This wasn't just about physical desire-this was a moment I couldn't rush, a connection I couldn't take lightly.

And yet... I couldn't ignore the way my body responded to him. The way my hands moved on their own accord, tracing the outline of his jaw, down the soft curve of his neck, as if memorizing every part of him.

His breathing hitched when I leaned in again, capturing his lips with a renewed urgency. This time, there was no hesitation. The kiss was deep, hungry, a shared need that neither of us could deny. His hands slid down my back, pulling me closer, and I could feel the tension, the desire, crackling between us.

I shifted, pressing my body against his, and the moment I did,
something shifted in him. A spark of fire, a deep hunger that mirrored my
own.

Before I even realized what I was doing, I found myself straddling him, my hands braced on his chest. His eyes were wide, his breath coming in shallow bursts, and I could see the conflict in his gaze, the war between what he wanted and what he feared.
"Nyx..." he breathed, his voice barely a whisper.

I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear, my hands slipping under his shirt. "You're mine now, Boboiboy," I whispered, my voice low, filled with an intensity that mirrored the heat building between us.
His hands tightened on my waist,
and for a moment, I thought he might push me away. But instead, he pulled me closer, his body pressing up against mine in a way that made my pulse quicken.

He was all in. No more hesitations. He was ready. We both were.
I slid my hands down to his hips, holding him firmly as I hovered over him, feeling the heat radiating from his body. The tension between us was unbearable, and yet, in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to dive deeper, to lose myself in him completely.

But even as the moment stretched
on, I knew I couldn't let it go too far -not yet. Not when I needed him to understand what this meant.
I leaned down again, my lips
brushing against his in a soft,
teasing kiss. "Are you sure,
Boboiboy?" I asked, my voice rough
with desire. "Are you sure this is
what you want?"
He met my gaze, his eyes dark and
full of something I couldn't quite name but knew all too well. “Yes,” he whispered. "I'm sure.”

And that was all the confirmation I
needed. I closed the distance
between us, kissing him with everything I had, pushing the world
away until there was nothing but us.

To be continue..