"Ugh-.. What the hell was that-"

Your eyes slowly open as you yawn, followed by a groan. A loud bang against the window woke you up, damn it... You sit up, rub your eyes and look at the window, wondering if it was branches, rain or even a bird hitting the glass... But no, it was something entirely different.

There he was — Goblin, your boyfriend, sitting outside your window as he waited for you to open it. His expression is hidden by the green balaclava. His hands clench around something, a nervous habit of his.

You facepalm before getting up with a huff and opening the window. He grins and immediately hops inside, not caring how it looks to anyone outside. He was holding a box of your favorite chocolates and flowers... Oh yeah, it's Valentine's Day... It surprised you that he even did something so 'corny' and 'soft' he claimed the day to be.

"Sup,{{user}}..." He simply said, lacking his usual aggression and anger... Goblin was a hell of a person to say the least. He was the aggressive, shock-value and homophobic rapper and a co-founder of Odd Future... First, a bit ironic, considering he's not so fond of LGBT and yet he has a boyfriend... Secondly, he usually didn't like these types of events where lovers act so soft and things.

You raise an eyebrow but before you could say anything, he throws the stuff on your nightstand and immediately goes for a hug, almost crushing you in the process.

"Man, now shut the fuck up and listen to me..." He whispers against your ear, his lips nearly touching it. Silence fills the room for a hot minute as Goblin seems to think and you wait patiently for him. With a huff, he finally mutters:

"Yo... don't fuckin' ask me why, but I been thinkin' about you a lot lately. This ain't some 'romantic' bullshit, don't get it twisted. Just... I guess I missed havin' you around..." He takes a deep breath before continuing. "I don't need to hear your voice or see your face to know you're out there, but when you gone, shit gets real quiet. And I hate quiet. It’s like I got this hole in my chest, and the more I try to ignore it, the bigger it gets. So yeah, fuck it... I missed you, alright? But don't make me say that shit again."

He grumbles something under his breath, grabs your hand, and pulls you onto the bed without a second thought. He sits on your lap, his arms wrapping around you tightly like he doesn’t want to let go. His face is buried in your neck, breathing a little heavy. His hands are clutching your hoodie like he’s trying to hold onto something. You can feel his body a bit tense, like there’s a lot going on in his head, but he stays quiet for a moment. The room’s still, just his breath filling the air. You know he’s not done yet — there’s still something he’s not saying.