((AYYYY Requested by the one and only Fuckboy_repellant in which I stan your amazing username. My apologies if this becomes a little, er, intense? I almost made a part of this into a heated makeout session oops 😅😅 Enjoy!))

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Everything took place too suddenly for everyone to handle.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" The crowd of students cheered on, pumping their clenched fists into the air to arouse more encouragement and letting the heartening atmosphere spring into life. Grian tried to push his way through the crowd in fear of what he heard.

He needs to see this for himself since he refused to believe the rumors about his raven friend...

Xisuma snatches ahold of Grian's red sweater collar to yank him into view. And so the horror settled between Grian's bones as he got a clear view of the fight breaking out. Xisuma tries to push Grian, but with the bustling students chanting in a ring, it was nearly impossible to get around.

And so the rumors fully were true.

The purest amount of horror painted across Grian's expression. He watches as his college student friend, Mumbo, and some brunet jock throw punches at one another. Mumbo seemed anxious but that was covered by his bigger physique, he was nearly a head taller than the bulky jock.

Grian reaches out, shouting for Mumbo to quit but his voice suddenly died among the chants of other students. He keeps yelling for Mumbo but it was simply no use.

Instantly, the shorter brunet tackles Mumbo, causing the ring of students to scatter with a small scream. Mumbo's back slams onto the tiled flooring of the school, his back now flatly pressed against it.

Grian's eyes scan the surrounding area in hopes of an adult around. There are only students, holding their phones to record as the jock strikes more punches straight down at Mumbo's face.

Mumbo grabs his enemy's fist after having enough. He knocks him back, finally climbing over him to slam down blow after blow repeatedly across his enemy's sharp-looking face. Grian reaches out to Xisuma, shaking him while screaming at Xisuma to tell them to stop.

Fortunately, his prayers finally came to life. Three teachers, two being short calculus professors and one being a male coach, shout aggressively at the two. The professors suddenly tore Mumbo off with a struggle. The jock curses at Mumbo, trying to launch towards the raven but both of the calculus professors held him back.

One scolding later and a lecture from the principal, both of the men were sent home, now suspended for the entirety of next week. It was luckily Friday, the school ending on a miserable note for the smaller college student.

Grian couldn't believe this. Mumbo is genuinely a nice person, one who never gets into fights because of his timid nature. Something caused Mumbo to click and he managed to fight off the bulky jock with blinding rage.

Whatever that jock stated must've been horrible if it entitled Mumbo to chuck repetitive attacks at him.

As Grian walks away from the school on Friday it took place, he begins to head home. The poor male is trying to wrap his mind around the entire situation since it felt incredibly surreal. He couldn't believe that Mumbo, of all people, would pick up a fight with someone popular on the college campus.

After a few moments of walking in silence along the sidewalk, Grian enters his small home. Relief washes after finding comfort from the event and shade from the outrageous sun.

"Grian, is that you?" His father calls from the kitchen only a few meters away.

"No, I'm some chainsaw maniac that is here to rob your house!" Grian responds from the doorway, smiling lightly to himself when he heard his dad chuckle within the house. Dropping his backpack to the ground, Grian quickly ascends the stairs to head straight into the bathroom.

He begins to collect all the cleaning alcohol and disinfectant materials. His arms practically scoop the products into his sleeved clutches before shuffling down the stairs.

His dad enters through the doorway that leads into the kitchen, puzzlement sprawling across his countenance. Grian sends his father a reassuring smile, clearing his book bag by opening the zipper and taking his books out.

"What are you doing with all of that stuff?" His father asks in a gruff tone, not being annoyed, that is his natural voice. He is wiping a glass in his hand with a soap infested sponge, diamond blue eyes peering down at his son's crouching form.

"Well, uhm- Let's just say Mumbo got into a fight..." Grian nervously smiles, removing his final textbook from his black backpack.

"Mumbo?" His dad tilts his head with surprise etching into his eyes. "As is Mumbo Jumbo, your dearest friend?"

"Yeah..." Grian begins to stuff all of his bathroom necessities into the newly provided space of his bookbag. "It's weird, I know..."

Grian's dad looks down at the glass cup in his hand. Water is dripping off of his hands to splat on the wooden, tiled flooring. Grian sighs lightly, zipping his bookbag before smiling under how lightweight the entire thing is compared to his college textbooks.

"That is... odd. Do you know the reason why?"

"Nope! I am going to find out soon. I am going to see if he needs any medical help. He didn't look too good. I'll see ya later dad!" Grian perks a smile onto his face. More like a forced one, but it is a smile nonetheless. His dad just gives a simple nod.

"Taking your car?"

"Yeah. I promise to be back. If not, I'll call or text!" Grian pats his pant pockets before smiling, confirming he has his phone. "Okay, bye dad!"

"Bye Gri," His dad gives a sad smile. He genuinely likes Mumbo. Grian and Mumbo have been friends for years and Mumbo is a shy, generous young adult. Hearing about him getting caught among a fight is bewildering to the mind.

Grian exits his house and whips out his keys that are shoved in his pockets alongside with his phone. He enters his car, setting the bookbag on the passenger's side before closing the car door. The Honda roars to life, a cheap car that is durable for now until he can get a better car.

It only took a few minutes of driving and toying around with the radio until he pulled into his friend's concrete driveway. He avoided the neon markers that are planted against the driveway, sighing with sweet relief since he didn't hit them for once.

Grian grabs his backpack before shutting the engine of his Honda down. Closing the dark-colored door, he makes sure he has all of his required items before locking his car door. He slings the strap across his right shoulder and progresses towards the white, front door. His feet land on a welcome mat as he knocks on the wooden door using his knuckles.

The young college student hovers there silently with a small, awkward aura around him. He wasn't anxious, more rather mad but he knew he couldn't blow up on Mumbo. Grian knocks on the door again, tapping his foot while exasperatedly huffing out.

The bronze door handle finally twists before the door swings open. Grian felt his eyes widen at Mumbo's face. He can't describe it as he pushes past the glass screen door to forcefully enter Mumbo's house.

"Grian? What are you doing here?" Mumbo asks. He shuts the front door, not bothering to lock it since the suburban neighborhood is friendly and it is broad daylight right now. Grian threw his book bag on the couch and quickly went to work, immediately grabbing supplies.

"Sit. Now," growls Grian as he points to the cushion next to him on the black couch. Mumbo gulps, knowing full well that Grian wants a thorough explanation or Grian would get mad at Mumbo for a few days straight. He has a dangerous attitude that no one should touch, including Mumbo.

Obligating to the harsh command of his fellow friend, Mumbo shuffles across his living room in total embarrassment before settling down on the spot Grian pointed. Grian seemed satisfied, drawing his attention back to his black backpack to rummage around his supplies.

Mumbo wants to reach over and grab the remote to bring some noise on the television, but he knows that Grian would send a glare that can kill him. The raven can feel his heart pounding mercilessly in his chest. Not just because of his punishment, but because of his massive crush.

Grian pulls away from his supplies to get a decent look across Mumbo's face. He places his hands gently on either side of Mumbo, being aware of the wounds stretched on his face.

"Let's see what the damage is..." Grian grumbles, mostly to himself. His sparkling eyes avert across Mumbo's face as Mumbo can feel his face becoming increasingly flushed.

Grian inspects closely, not observing the blush since he is focused intensely on the wounds and the requirements to heal them. Mumbo has a busted lip, swollen with dry blood running along one side. He has a massive dark bruise sketched along with his right eye, the left eye being occupied with swelling as well.

His left cheek, right underneath the swelling, has a large scab that is coated with dry blood. It is still noticeably fresh and ready to bleed if there is any contact pressed against it. Lastly, Mumbo has a large scratch running across his right eyebrow, raw blood being visible since it is still a new tear along his skin.

"Okay then... Here," Mumbo watches as Grian pulls away. Grian grabs a hold of a square pattern of plain cloth. He dabs antibacterial alcohol on the fabric, the scent burning Mumbo's nose gently. Grian fully sits down on the couch extremely close, so close that their legs are softly touching. "Try not to wince."

"Ok-I!" Mumbo yelps after Grian presses the corner of the cloth along Mumbo's fresh-cut along his eyebrow. "That hurts!" Mumbo whines loudly, The sudden contact made that specific part of his face burn. He can feel tears welling up in the corner of his eyes because of both the fumes of the chemical product and the sting on his sensitive skin.

"This is what happens when you get yourself into a fight," remarks Grian. Mumbo mutters something under his breath. He leans forward to silently inform Grian that is alright. Grian presses the cloth on his wound harder. Mumbo sucks in a sharp inhale of air at the pain.

"Oh my goodness... why..." Mumbo closes his eyes from the fumes since they threatened to make his eyes tear up. Grian lightly begins to wipe the blood away. With every wipe, more blood attaches along with the alcohol-induced cloth before it turns a soft shade of red.

"Mumbo, why did this happen?" Grian twists the fabric so he can press a cleaner side on Mumbo's skin. Mumbo inhales tightly again, opening his left eye since Grian is cleaning closely above his right eye.

The raven refused to answer so he remained silent. They sit like that as Grian continues to clean Mumbo's wounds. He presses yet another clean side, a ghostly smile twitching on his lips after noticing the blood is beginning to stop leaking out.

Grian dabs the little article of cloth a few more times. He applies more wiping alcohol before moving towards the large boulder of a scab on Mumbo's pale cheek. Mumbo accidentally found himself leaning forward under Grian's feather touch despite the stinging sensation.

Mumbo just gazes at Grian after opening his other eye. Grian tightens his lips into a straight line, not sure how to feel with the pair of eyes on him.

"Mumbo, how did this all start?" Grian attempts again. He silently presses a colder end on Mumbo's wound. Mumbo found himself slightly leaning forward but Grian wasn't aware of how close they were getting.

"It's embarrassing..." murmurs Mumbo, keeping his consistent blush sprinting along his cheeks. Grian hums effortlessly with a hushed voice.

"Just tell me..." Grian says with an equally quiet tone. He lowered his arm to let it rest on his lap. He peers at Mumbo with a deeply engaging stare, making Mumbo ultimately lost among his brilliant, sky-colored orbs.

They lean forward, still being unaware since they are now focused on each other. Mumbo shifts his head and slightly tilts it, letting his eyes flutter shut. Grian closes his eyes, brushing his nose against Mumbo's

"Just tell me, Mumbo. I promise not to judge," Grian can feel Mumbo's breath dancing along his lips. Grian's heart is suddenly hammering inside his chest. He can hear his heartbeats drumming along inside his ears as their warm breaths mingle together.

Mumbo can feel his heart fluttering painfully. He is focused on Grian's voice and his proximity since it felt too intoxicating to even think about pulling away. He wasn't sure how to feel, sensing Grian so alarmingly close to his face without looking at him, it was addicting for Mumbo. His touch, warmth, affection; the list can continue on.

"You promise?" Mumbo's voice hushed, hardly above a whisper. He proceeds to cautiously lean forward, losing himself since he just wants to kiss him already. Their lips gingerly brush against one another.

Mumbo slightly parts his lips since he felt as if he needed more air to breathe due to the duration of the complete verge of panic with a forging heart. He felt his lips glaze across Grian's soft ones, he is nearly close to just pressing forward to seal the deal.

Grian was the one to incline forward, filling the tiny space of air between their lips. He lifts his hand towards Mumbo's face and directs it towards his messy, obsidian strands. His fingers run along with Mumbo's hair as he begins to kiss him but being cautious about Mumbo's wounds.

For a minute, they softly continue to kiss passionately, locking their lips together and faintly biting down.

Grian finally pulls back as the warmth of Grian's lips draws backward as well. The sandy blonde keeps his eyes shut, pressing his forehead on Mumbo's. Mumbo feels his entire face flare like fire as his flushed cheeks deepen to a stronger shade.

"Will you tell me now?" Grian asks, the corner of his lips tugging upwards. He keeps his nose rubbing against Mumbo's as he remains to keep his close position next to the taller man. Mumbo was left speechless while trying to get his mind to envelope what just happened.

Breathlessly, Mumbo states "Fine." They slightly pull away but keep each other close enough to feel both of their warmth. "Josh, the dickbag, said something. He has been saying stuff for the past week about you."

"About me?" Grian questions as he drives his hands to grip onto Mumbo's to give them a gentle squeeze. "I don't even know that kid..."

"Well, everyone knows you are openly gay."

"Mm, yeah. A lot of people are nice to me about it though, there are quite a few supporters on campus."

"Josh was saying gross stuff. He said he wanted to dominate you so he can tell you how he hates your sexuality. He wanted to manipulate you into thinking that being gay is wrong..."

Grian draws back a few more centimeters. He opens his eyes, Mumbo doing the same before they stare at one another. "Pardon me... What?" Grian can feel a deep frown engaging across his expression. "That's disgusting and... horrible."

"It went on for weeks, saying something new to his buddies when I am around.. Every. Single. Day. Eventually, I had enough and I just wanted him to stop..." Mumbo chuckles sheepishly. "Looking back on it, that was not the right choice to end the situation."

Grian releases his grasp on Mumbo's hands so he can wrap his hands around Mumbo's face warily. He traces Mumbo's facial structure while avoiding the wounds.

"I'm glad you told me this. I probably would have done the same thing, even though violence is not the right answer. I'm glad you said this to me. Now I know the issue. He is a senior I think, he is always near me like he is watching me. I have always known him to be a weirdo," Grian informs, smiling tenderly to send composure towards Mumbo.

"Right... yeah..." That left Mumbo with one other elephant in the room, one that he needed to address since he was greatly confused. But he couldn't seem to collect any courage into words, so he just leans forward to plant his lips on Grian's once more.

Grian didn't seem to mind in the slightest. His eyelids close as he follows Mumbo's motion. Grian's lips turn into a dorky, cute smile as he stops kissing Mumbo but stills his movements so he can hover close to Mumbo's face.

"I have my heart set on one person anyways..." Before Mumbo had the chance to reply, Grian immediately settled his lips back on Mumbo's. It sent a small shiver down Mumbo's nerves, shivers that made his body tremble under Grian's graceful touch. "You big spoon..." Grian mutters while keeping his grin steady.

Mumbo lets out a tiny laugh. The mini butterflies inside of his heart are flapping their little wings, resembling the same sensation as sparks. He can taste the faint sugary soda, Cola, traced along Grian's lips and he craved more.

To Mumbo's dismay, and Grian's as well, Grian reels away officially. He grabs onto the cloth that is on his lap, shaking it in front of Mumbo's face to tell him why he arrived in the first place.

"Grian... nooo..." Mumbo sighs, causing Grian to giggle. Reaching over towards the coffee table, Grian grabs the cleaning alcohol. Mumbo mumbles incoherently under his breath, also silently cursing since he realized that his wounds need to be treated.

Grian smiles kindheartedly towards Mumbo, dabbing Mumbo's wounds once more so he can clean them for good. He got so caught up in the moment, he almost forgot the entire purpose of arriving and how important Mumbo's physical health is.

"I'll text my dad that I will be staying the night. In the meantime, I just want to keep kissing your stupid face," Grian pecks Mumbo's lips, instantly shooting Mumbo's toned down face into a pink one again. This will take a while to get used to.

"Heh, alright then..." Mumbo holds a giant, goofy animated looking grin, making Grian giggle once more which sent Mumbo to become even more embarrassed.

Oh how much Mumbo loves this adorable gremlin...