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In Craig’s third year of undergraduate, he made the decision to find an apartment and a roommate. It was cheaper than the dorms and even though it would be awkward to live with a stranger, it would help with the rent. However, the last person he thought he’d room with was a jittery guy named Tweek Tweak. Tweek Tweak was a tall, blonde, and tattooed twenty-one year old. He looked like he was studying to be a tattoo artist, rather than a baker with the amount of tribal tattoos that decorating his arms. Craig’s the total opposite. Only an inch or two shorter, he wears his blue hoodie, chullo, glasses, and he had a lanky frame. Tweek smells like vanilla, while Craig smells like textbook. Tweek’s studying at culinary school, while Craig’s studying to be an engineer.. Tweek prefers birds, while Craig prefers guinea pigs. They are opposites, but that doesn’t mean that they dislike each other.
They enjoy playing video games with each other, Tweek cooks and bakes their meals and desserts, and Craig helps with any technology problems around their place. There was only one issue that Craig has with Tweek: he has a crush the size of Texas on the blonde. It started out small: he would notice small quirks Tweek had, he would become mesmerized by Tweek working in the kitchen, and he thought the room would just suddenly light up when he entered the room. Then it grew bigger. Craig realizes he wants to see Tweek every morning when he wakes up, he wants to ask how his day went, he wants to eat his home-cooking everyday, and he wants to kiss Tweek.
Jesus Christ, he was screwed. Tweek is only making it worse each day. Sometimes, he'd blush at Craig like crazy, other times his hand would rest on his shoulder, and for some reason, he was hugging him more! Why?! Craig both loved and hated it. He loved it because Tweek was touching him, but he hated it because he wanted Tweek to push him against a wall and have his way with him. Jesus Christ, he was so screwed. Now, here they are playing Smash Bros. and Tweek’s sitting so close to him. Bowser won’t be able to defeat Rosalina if Tweek doesn’t stop inching closer to him with each hit.
“Wow Craig, you suck at playing Bowser,” chuckles Tweek.
“Shut up. I’ll play who I want,” he mutters, blushing.
“Yeah, well Rosalina’s kicking your gay spiked ass to the curb,” the blonde responds as his character throws Bowser off the stage.
“Well, I didn’t expect someone to play the princess characters with such power and skill,” Craig mocks with a chuckle.
“Please, princesses rock,” Tweek saiys as he tries to hit the smash ball. “And also, she’s queen.”
Craig blows a raspberry as he tries to keep his composure. Tweek continues to inch closer to him that the scent of vanilla is getting stronger. Damn Tweek and his sweet smell and strong arms. Speaking of strong arms, their shoulders are now touching.
When did this happen?! Craig thinks in panic as he tries to focus on the screen.
Now, Tweek seems to be putting some of his weight onto Craig’s shoulder. He’s panicking now and he knows his nerdy ass face probably resembles a tomato right now. How is Tweek still able to stay calm and keep kicking his ass at Smash Bros., when Craig feels like he’ll explode at any minute? Craig tells himself to relax as he focuses on his last life. He needs to keep calm and kick butt. Just keep calm and kick butt. Just--
Craig feels soft lips touch his neck and he drops his console. In the back of his mind, he can hear the announcer shouting, “Game!” He lost, but he’s too frozen at the warm lips still resting on his neck.
“You lose,” Tweek says against his neck.
Craig jumps back at those words that he hits the edge of the couch, almost toppling over.
“Oh God! Craig! Are you ok, man?” Tweek shouts nervously.
“What the fuck, man! Did you just do that to win?” Craig shouts angrily all of a sudden.
If Tweek is just messing with him, he swears he’ll hit him. Tweek may be a hot baker with a sunshine smile that puts puppies to shame, but if he’s pulling a douche move like that, Craig won’t forgive him.
“What? No! I just thought…” Tweek trails off, looking away in nervousness.
“Thought what?” Craig says, angrily. “That I’m easy? That just because Craig’s gay ass is near a guy, he’ll cave into anything? Huh?”
“No! God no! Fuck! It ugh! I just… I just,” Tweek fumbles.
“Just spit it out!” Craig shouts, letting his anger take a hold of him.
“I just thought you felt the same way!” Tweek shouts, blushing.
Silence fills the room at the blonde’s confession.
“Huh?” Craig utters idiotically.
“Dude, look. You’re really cute. Like super cute in your own little nerdy way. I just love the way you adjust your glasses, the way you enthusiastically talk about space, and how cute you look when you play with your guinea pig, Stripe!” Tweek says quickly. “Plus, I thought you felt the same with the way you look at me.”
“Wait,” Craig says, blushing. “How do I look at you?”
“Forget it man. It’s obvious that you don’t-”
“Tell me how I look at you,” Craig interrupts.
Tweek blushes and looks to the side.
“I thought you looked at me as if I held the sun in my hands. The way you just gazed at me when I would work in the kitchen was like everything I touched was magic. It’s super cute and made me wonder how anyone could look at me like that. Jesus Christ man. I tried to give you hints by holding you more and touching you more. But now, I guess I was dead wrong. God, I’m so stupid. I should just leave right now and-”
Tweek is cut off when Craig crawls over to his side of the sofa. He puts his blushing face close to Tweek’s as he tries to maintain eye contact.
“God, why am I so fucking obvious?” Craig asks to no one in particular.
“Huh?” Tweek questions, a little confused.
Craig’s blush increases.
“You’re not stupid… and you’re not wrong,” he murmurs.
Tweek smiles widely that Craig thinks he’ll be blinded by how bright it is.
“I do like you,” Craig says as he pulls down his chullo to cover his eyes.
He can’t look at Tweek anymore without embarrassing himself. However, he feels the same lips peck his nose and Craig feels himself getting warmer.
“God you are so cute, you nerd,” Tweek chuckles as he takes off Craig’s chullo.
Craig says that he’s not cute, but Tweek ignores him and quickly pecks his lips. Craig blushes even brighter and Tweek hugs him, bringing him close to his chest.
“You’re mine now, you cute ass nerd,” the blonde says as he kisses Craig’s hair.