TW: none :)

Plot: Whenever Wilbur is stress about something, he tends to clean. Well, he's stressed and Y/N is trying to help him

P.O.V: 3rd

Wilbur was in his room, cleaning. He was quite very stressed. Why? Because he wanted to tell Y/N how much he loved them, but he didn't know how. So, he was cleaning, something he did when he was stressed. He darted around his room, picking up shoes and shirts. Y/N was down in the kitchen. Where is Wilbur? He's been in his room for a while,, Y/N thought to themself, sipping on some SunnyD. They finished the cup and walked up to Wilbur's door and knocked lightly. "Wil?" "Yes?" he called from beyond the door. "Is something up?" "No, no I'm fine," he sounded somewhat annoyed. Y/N softly opened the door to see him cleaning. Knew it. He's stressed. Y/N grabbed Wilbur's hand and sat him down on his bed. "Y/N, what are you doing?" "You're stressed," "How'd you know?" "You always clean when you're stressed." "Oh,," he looked at him already clean room with a pink face. "is something wrong, Wil?" "No, of course not." They could tell he was lying. "Come on, Wil, you can tell me." they held his hand. Wilbur sighed, pushing his dark brown locks behind his hair. "Y/N, we've been friends for a while, yeah?" Y/N nodded, listening carefully. "Well, it's been the best time getting to know you, but,, I feel something growing in my heart." Butterflies began to form in Y/N's stomach. They knew what Wilbur was going to see. "Y/N, I really like you,, like, a lot,," Y/N's face turned red. Wilbur smiled. "You look adorable when you're flustered," "Shut up!" Y/N huffed. Wilbur chuckled that deep-voiced laugh and pulled Y/N into a hug, cuddling for the rest of the night.

yay, fluff uwu

maybe angst or smut in the next, idk

-314 words

~Roman