Ticci Toby x Reader [FluffyXOne Shot]

[Your POV]

Its a lazy Sunday, and you never did really feel like doing anything today. All you're really doing is sitting in a (f/c) lawn chair and reading (fav book) under your patio.

The sun is shining but its windy and cool. The breeze is frigid and you set down your book to pull on your (f/c) sweatshirt. You breathed into your (s/c) hands and rub them together.

What are you even doing out here? You should be inside, you think, inside with the heater turned on. It's winter and you can still see bits of snow scattered under the trees from last nights snow fall. You live in a (h/c) house next to a thickly bushed forest.

Something draws your (e/c) eyes into a stare. You just stare into the woods. You feel strange, there's no one out there. But you feel as though some thing... No, someone, is staring back at you.

[Toby's POV]

She stared back at me. I'm sure she was unaware that I was even there. But I didn't mind. Here eyes weren't something that could be missed. They were an amazing (e/c). I twitched. She blinked, and I'm sure she sensed movement from the tree I was standing behind because she squinted in my direction.

I quickly hid myself fully behind the tree and tried not to twitch. It was too late. I looked down and gasped. One of my hatchets were sticking out into the open. I closed my eyes and twitched as she called out in the amazing voice she had.

"Hello?" She had a voice that sang like an angel. "Who are you?"

[Your POV]

Oh my god. There was someone standing behind that tree. You shuddered. You weren't just staring into the trees. You were staring in a persons direction! God, you're so scared...
"Hello? Is anyone there?" You ask, just in time to get a low mumble in reply. You strain your ears, trying to hear the barely audible murmuring. You 

You don't know what drives you to do your next action, but you step off the patio and run over to the trees. You quickly look behind the one where you suspect the person is. Its a boy. He's near your age. For a moment or two, he does not even realize you are there. You get a good look at him. He's unnaturally pale, he's wearing a thick khaki coat, and he has a mask over his mouth and goggles on his eyes. 

It's a strange outfit, you decide, but looks good in it. You notice that he's twitched a few times. But before another second passed, he turned his head and met your eyes. He let out a loud yelp and fell back, spazzing out.

"Oh my God! Are you OK?!" You frantically rush beside him and look into his eyes. From his fall, his mask was pulled down. He brushed his goggles onto his forehead, as if to look at you clearer. 

He stared at your face with an expression that you couldn't put your finger on. Like how people would stare at a mountain of gold. Awe and wistfully.

[Toby's POV]

Gosh, she was perfect. She looked amazing, leaning over me. Her (h/c) hair hung by her (s/c) face. I wanted to run my hand through her hair. I wondered if she felt as amazing as she looked.

I stuttered and tried to speak. All that came out were little gasps of words.
"Uh... I... Um... Uh.." I sputtered.

She gasped, horrified. She cupped her hands over her mouth and her eyes began to glisten. I looked down, I fell on my hatchet. I couldn't feel pain so I hadn't noticed earlier.
"It-s o-ok... I c-c-can't fe-el it!" I twitched between words. She looked at the blood, then at me. 

She slumped, a concerned smile stretched her face. She was breathing hard, she was worried about me. 
"Oh my gosh... You can't feel an axe in your side... right... I totally should have known." She put a hand on her forehead and looked down, chuckling at her own sarcasm. 

"I.. I-I'm so-orry if I worried y-y-y-you." I twitched. "I-I sho-should go-o." I got up but she put her hand on my shoulder.

[Your POV]

"Stop!" You frantically say, trying to sit him down. He looked at you, confused, before twitching. You couldn't explain why, but he was making your heart race. No, not because he had a hatchet in his side, but for another reason...

You grimaced at the thought. You didn't wan't to "like" anyone, none the less "love" anyone. You wanted to be able to live without someone always on your mind.

"Stop..." You repeat. "I... I wan't to help you." His confused, shocked face turned to a warm smile.
"You already have." He said smoothly, without twitching.

He quickly leaned over and kissed you. He got up and ran into the woods. You sat there on the cool green grass, mystified, as he disappeared into the forest.

Even the next day, you thought about him. You always wanted to live without someone on your mind, but it felt good to think about him.

And it felt good the next time you saw him.
~le end~