Deodorant and Perfume
Tuesday 20th February
Mischa woke up on Tuesday morning, surprisingly earlier than his poet. After wiping his eyes for about two minutes, he sat up and saw Noel sleeping on the other side of his room. As much as he wanted to walk up to Noel and cuddle him under the warm blankets Noe always used to sleep, he couldn’t.
It would have been an awkward conversation if he woke up with Mischa in his arms.
Mischa checked the time on his phone. 4am.
It surprised him because he usually went to sleep at 4 and woke up again at 8 after drinking away his sorrows from the previous day. He stood up, and grabbed his messed up uniform off of the floor where he put it from the night before. Walking out of the room, he took one last glance at Noel.
Noel. Perfect Noel. His eyes were closed and he was slightly snoring but that had never been an issue for Mischa before. Back when he was in his home country, he used to have sleepovers all the time and everyone would snore and they would all laugh about it the next morning. This time, there was no laughing. Just admiring.
His hair cover his eyes slightly and Mischa was fighting the urge to move it away from his eyes so he could stare into them before giving him a kiss on the forehead.
After all, that was what his mother and older sister always did when he was a kid. It was comforting to him, he wanted Noel to feel comfortable too.
If he took it the wrong way though, that wouldn’t look good. So Mischa fought his urges to do lovey dovey shit and took his clothes to the bathroom, where he had a shower, got changed and sprayed some of Noel’s deodorant, as well as his perfume because why fucking not.
He didn’t mind smelling like Noel.
About an hour later, Noel awoke from his sleep.
“Morning” Turning to face the sudden voice, Noel was greeted with the sight of Mischa, sitting crossed legged on his phone in his school uniform.
Noel didn’t want to this about how Mischa smelt like him. No, that was gay. Very gay. Very very gay. He didn’t want to ruin the friendship he had with Mischa by telling him about his massive gay crush.
“Morning Mischa” Begrudgingly, Noel got up and changed in the bathroom where he also had a shower and put on his perfume and deodorant. With that he also brushed his teeth.
“Mischa did you not brush you teeth?”
“No toothbrush, no clean teeth.”
Noel laughed and offered to buy him one. The look Mischa gave him made him want to bug him everything he’s ever wanted.
While Noel put his shoes on downstairs, Mischa went onto their Choir groupchat. He desperately wanted to mute the groupchat and delete Ocean’s number.
St Cassian Chamber Choir
Tide: Father Marcus is still off sick so I’ll still be in charge!
Misch<3: No shit
Mischa could hear Noel laugh downstairs and Noel began typing on the groupchat.
St Cassian Chanber Choir
Tide: Father Marcus is still off sick so I’ll still be in charge!
Misch<3: No shit
Angel<3: I fucking love this gc sm /srs
Maybe he wouldn’t mute the groupchat. Maybe Mischa wouldn’t delete Ocean’s number if his and Ocean’s bickering made Noel laugh.
He would do anything to hear that beautiful sound.