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Arven shows up after school at Juliana's house. Hilda opens the door for him with a smile. "Hi, Arvie! You're just on time. Here, put this on. Your school uniform might get messy if you keep it on." Hilda pushes Arven towards the bathroom
"The babies are in here, Arven!" Juliana calls out cheerfully from the living room. "Hurry up and put on those clothes."
Arven groans. He strips out of his school uniform and puts on the clothes Hilda gives him. There's a t-shirt, short shorts, and a pastel pink apron covered in white hearts. He reluctantly puts on the clothes and ties the apron, wishing he hadn't agreed to babysit for the girls.
When Arven enters the living room, his jaw drops. Florian and Hilbert are sitting on the floor, each holding a stuffed Pokemon toy. They're wearing very childish clothing, t-shirts with cute Pokemon on them and boyish shorts.
"What…what is this?" Arven blinks at the boys, cheeks turning pink. Florian and Hilbert both avert their eyes from him, their faces bright red from humiliation. Hilbert quickly pulls a pacifier out of his mouth and Florian rips off a bib that was around his neck.
"Our cute baby brothers lost to us in a Double Battle. This is how they're paying us back!" Hilda leans forward, gently moving Hilbert's pacifier back between his lips.
Juliana smiles sweetly, bending over to re-fasten the bib around Florian's neck. "We told you that the babies were super cute. Have fun!" She waves and leaves the room with Hilda, their laughter echoing down the hall.
Hilbert gulps, his face burning as Arven's gaze falls upon him. This was beyond embarrassing--not only was Arven seeing him dressed like a toddler, but his crush was also now babysitting him. Florian being here just makes things even worse; the only consolation is that they're both too humiliated for Florian to taunt him about it.
Hilbert avoids eye contact with Arven, fixing his gaze on the floor. Tears prick at the corners of Hilbert's eyes, though he blinks them back quickly. He has to salvage this somehow.
Summoning his courage, Hilbert slowly lifts his head to meet Arven's gaze. His cheeks burn, but he keeps eye contact this time. He pulls the pacifier out of his mouth, setting it down on the table. "I-I'm really sorry about this," Hilbert stammers out. His voice sounds small, not at all like his usual confident tone. "My sister can be…over the top."
He offers Arven a sheepish, awkward smile. "This isn't…normally how I dress," he says with an embarrassed little laugh.
Florian cheeks burn as Arven's eyes meet his own. He can't believe Juliana actually made him put this stupid outfit on! Covered in Pokemon and wearing a dumb bib, he feels like a complete idiot. Especially in front of Arven, who already treats Florian like he's just a little kid because of a few years between them!
Florian huffs and grabs hold of Pikachu, squeezing the plushie tightly. "This is all Hilbert's fault for having that demon pervert sister!" he snaps. "I didn't want to wear this dumb outfit! Juliana would never have done this on her own!" His lower lip juts out in an indignant pout.
Florian avoids looking at Hilbert, keeping his gaze fixed on Arven. His heart pounds in his chest. Even though he feels silly in this getup, Arven looks really cute. The pink apron makes him look like an adorable housewife, and the tight shirt and short shorts show off his shapely and chubby body. "But you look really cute, Arven! Super cute!"
"Shut up, Florian! Your sister is much worse than mine, and you're the one who decided it'd be a smart idea to attack my pokemon instead of our actual opponents!" Hilbert bristles at Florian's accusation, giving the younger teen a glare. While Hilda is definitely sick enough to have come up with this idea on her own, it wasn't entirely her fault.
Hilbert clears his throat, drawing Arven's attention back to him. "Sorry again for this whole mess," he says with an awkward chuckle. His gaze drifts down to the Pikachu plush still clutched in Florian's arms, and he gets an idea.
Reaching out, Hilbert gently tugs the Pikachu from Florian's grasp. "Here, Arven. I want you to have this." He offers the plushie to Arven, smiling brightly. "As an apology for causing you trouble."
Arven's eyes widen and his cheeks flush a bright pink as Florian calls him 'cute.' He averts his gaze, clutching at the frilly apron that's tied around his waist. "Th-thank you, Florian," he stammers.
When Hilbert offers him the Pikachu plush, Arven blinks in surprise. He takes it with a small smile, but gently hands it back to Florian. "You don't have to apologize, Hilbert," he says. "I'm used to dealing with Hilda and Juliana's antics."
Arven plops down onto the floor in front of the boys, crossing his legs. He sets the Pikachu plush in his lap, reaching out to ruffle Florian and Hilbert's hair. "You're both so silly. Fighting with each other when you should be working as a team!" He gives them a stern look, though unable to keep a grin from spreading across his face.
"Maybe your sisters are right about you being babies," Arven teases.
Hilbert huffs out an embarrassed laugh at Arven's teasing, his cheeks flushing. He can't stay mad at the older boy, though--not when Arven is directing that adorable smile at him.
"Sorry," Hilbert says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. He glances at Florian, offering a grudging half-smile. "I guess we do act pretty childish around each other."
His gaze drifts back to Arven, and Hilbert hesitates only a moment before shuffling closer to the older boy. Close enough that their knees are touching, and Hilbert has to tilt his head up slightly to meet Arven's eyes.
"But you don't really think I'm a baby…do you, Arven?" Hilbert asks softly. He bites his lower lip, staring up at Arven through his lashes.
Arven's cheeks flush as Hilbert moves closer, their knees touching and Hilbert peering up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. His heart thuds rapidly in his chest.
"Of course not," Arven replies, shaking his head quickly. He reaches out without thinking, cupping Hilbert's warm cheek in his hand. "You're not a baby. I was just teasing you."
Arven's gaze flickers to Florian, and he bites his lip. He doesn't want Florian to feel left out. His free hand moves to rest on Florian's thigh, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.
"The same goes for you, Florian. I didn't mean it. You're both too mature and formidable as trainers to be called babies." He smiles softly at the two boys, hoping to soothe any hurt feelings.
Being this close to Hilbert and Florian makes Arven's heart race. His thighs squirm and press together, a burst of arousal pooling low in his belly.
Arven swallows hard, giving himself a mental shake. He can't think of his friends that way, especially not when he's supposed to be babysitting them. Still, he makes no move to pull away from Hilbert or remove his hand from Florian's thigh.
Florian's cheeks warm at Arven's touch and reassuring words. His heart flutters in his chest, thrilled to receive affection and attention from his crush.
Arven's hands feels nice against his thigh. Florian unconsciously shifts closer, pressing into the touch. He sticks his tongue out at Hilbert, narrowing his eyes.
"Hilbert's the real baby here. I bet he still wears diapers and cries for his mommy at night!" Florian accuses. He knows it's not true, but can't help trying to provoke Hilbert. Especially not with Arven giving them both so much attention.
Florian scoots closer to Arven, scowl still firmly in place as he glares daggers at Hilbert over the older boy's shoulder.
Hilbert bristles at Florian's childish insults, glaring right back at the younger boy. "As if, you little brat," he snaps. "The only baby here is you. Always needing attention and throwing tantrums when you don't get your way."
Hilbert huffs, doing his best to ignore Florian as he turns his attention back to Arven. He knows rising to Florian's bait will only cause more trouble. Still, the urge to sock Florian in the face is hard to resist.
"Sorry about him," Hilbert says to Arven, offering an apologetic smile. "He doesn't know how to behave himself."
Even as he says it, Hilbert feels a twinge of guilt. Insulting Florian probably isn't the mature, responsible thing to do--but Florian started it. And Hilbert can't deny part of him enjoys provoking the younger boy in turn, as childish as it is.
Hilbert shifts closer to Arven, their thighs pressed together and faces only inches apart. He reaches out hesitantly to take one of Arven's hands in his, lacing their fingers together.
Arven sighs as Florian and Hilbert descend into bickering once more. He gives Florian's thigh a squeeze in warning, even as Hilbert takes his other hand, fingers lacing together.
"Enough, you two," he says firmly. "There's no need for name calling. Don't you two feel embarrassed about fighting like little kids when you're wearing…." Arven waves his hand towards their childish outfits, his pout shifting into a little smile.
Arven feels his cheeks warm as Hilbert moves even closer, their faces mere inches apart. His gaze flickers down to Hilbert's lips for a brief moment before he gives himself a mental shake. Arven swallows hard, trying to focus on the situation at hand rather than his weird excitement.
His phone rings in his pocket, and he reluctantly pulls away from both boys to take it out. A deep sigh leaves his lips as he sees the name on the screen: Hilda. "….Hello?" Arven answers the phone reluctantly.
"Hii, Arvie! I hope our adorable baby brothers aren't giving you too much trouble," Hilda says cheerily through the phone.
"Is Florian being a good boy? If he won't behave, just say the words 'browser history' to him!" Juliana giggles. "It's just about time for lunch."
"I bet it'll cheer Hilbert up to eat some of your yummy sandwiches. Oh yeah, you have to feed them by hand because it'll be super cute! Bye-bye, Arvie!"
Florian's eyes widen in horror at Juliana's threat, his cheeks flushing bright red. "No! Don't tell Arven about that!" he pleads desperately.
Florian scoots closer to Arven, grabbing onto the older boy's arm and peering up at him with wide, anxious eyes. His heart pounds rapidly in his chest. Juliana can't tell Arven about that--she just can't!
"Please don't listen to anything my dumb sister says!" Florian insists, lower lip jutting out in an indignant pout. He glares over at Hilbert, as if this whole mess is the other boy's fault.
"I'm…I'm not a baby and I can eat by myself! You don't have to feed me by hand!"
Hilbert narrows his eyes at Florian clinging to Arven. He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Don't listen to him, Arven," Hilbert says. "He's just embarrassed because he is a big baby. You should feed him by hand to teach him a lesson!"
Hilbert knows he's provoking Florian again, but he can't seem to help himself. Seeing Arven give Florian so much attention makes him jealous and frustrated.
"I think we should ask him what's in his browser history," Hilbert urges Arven with a mischievous grin. "I bet it's something really embarrassing."
He reaches out to take Arven's free hand, trying to draw the older boy's attention back to himself. "I'd love to eat one of your delicious sandwiches."
Arven sighs deeply, shaking his head at both Hilbert and Florian's behavior. He gently tugs his arms free from their grasping hands, setting his phone down on the table.
"Both of you need to stop fighting right now," Arven says sternly. His hands move to rest on his hips, and he gives the boys his best disapproving look. "Teasing and provoking each other will only lead to trouble."
Arven's gaze softens as he looks between Hilbert and Florian. He really can't stay mad at them, even when they're acting like brats. "Listen…I'm going to make sandwiches for the three of us. I know it's weird, but…I guess I have to feed you both by hand, so just deal with it!" Arven's cheeks flush deeply as he rises to his feet, walking into the kitchen quickly.
He heads into the kitchen, gathering ingredients to make sandwiches for lunch. He takes out some ingredients: mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato, ham, bread.
While Arven works, he calls over his shoulder to Hilbert and Florian, "I don't want to hear either of your browser histories. That's between you two and your sisters!" His cheeks flush at the thought. He definitely doesn't need to know what kind of websites two teenage boys visit.
Florian huffs, glaring at Hilbert as Arven leaves the room. This whole mess is entirely Hilbert's fault. If only Hilbert didn't have such a meddling and awful older sister, Juliana never would have gotten the idea to dress them up like babies in the first place!
"Look what you've done now, stupid!" Florian snaps in a harsh whisper. He grabs one of the plush pokemon toys and throws it at Hilbert's face. "Now Arven has to feed us like little kids!"
Hilbert easily dodges the thrown toy, returning Florian's glare with one of his own.
Florian's anger slowly gives way to embarrassment and anxiety. Arven is going to have to hand feed them. Like they're toddlers or something. His cheeks warm at the thought, heart pounding rapidly in his chest.
On the one hand, Arven will be giving them his full, undivided attention. Florian loves any chance he gets to be close to his crush. But on the other hand, the whole situation is unbearably humiliating.
Florian huffs and crosses his arms, pointedly turning away from Hilbert. There's no escaping this strange turn of events, he realizes with a heavy sigh. He can only hope that Arven feeds Hilbert first, so he has more time to prepare himself. After all, Florian still has trouble acting normal around the pretty older boy on the best of days. This will only make it ten times harder!
Hilbert scowls at the plushie Florian throws, barely dodging it in time. He opens his mouth to snap back at the irritating boy, but thinks better of it. Starting another argument won't do them any good.
With a sigh, Hilbert leans back against the couch. His cheeks warm at the thought of Arven hand feeding them. On the one hand, it's horribly humiliating--but on the other, it means getting to be close to Arven. And the older boy's undivided attention, even if just for a few minutes.
Hilbert bites his lip, gaze drifting to the kitchen. The scent of fresh sandwiches wafts into the living room, causing his stomach to grumble. At least they'll get to enjoy Arven's cooking, even in this absurd situation.
When Arven returns carrying a tray of sandwiches, Hilbert offers him an apologetic smile. "Thanks for making lunch, Arven. And, um…sorry again about all this. I know it's weird, but…"
He trails off, clearing his throat awkwardly. His cheeks burn as Arven moves closer, lifting a sandwich half to Hilbert's lips. Hilbert opens his mouth without protest, gaze locked on Arven's face.
Arven returns to the living room carrying a tray with sandwiches and glasses of lemonade. His cheeks are still flushed, and he does his best to avoid the boys' gazes as he sits down on the floor in front of them.
"You're both welcome," Arven murmurs. He picks up one sandwich half, offering it to Hilbert's lips. His heart pounds rapidly in his chest, throat feeling dry.
As Hilbert takes a bite, Arven glances at Florian. "You're next, Florian. I made your favorite, ham and cheese." He gives Florian a small, reassuring smile.
Arven lifts the other sandwich half, offering it to Florian's mouth. His free hand moves to cup the back of Florian's head, fingers tangling in soft hair. He guides the sandwich forward, gently encouraging Florian to take a bite.
Once they've both eaten their first few bites, Arven lets out a deep sigh. His hands tremble slightly in his lap. "I hope this lunch makes up for having to babysit you two," he says, unable to keep a teasing note from entering his tone.
Florian swallows hard, heart pounding as Arven lifts the sandwich half to his lips. He hesitantly leans forward to take a bite, cheeks warming under Arven's gentle touch. Arven's hand feels nice in his hair, and Florian has to resist the urge to nuzzle into the touch.
Florian chews slowly, gaze locked on Arven's face. He's hyper aware of how close the older boy is; of Arven's intoxicating scent and the warmth radiating from his body. The familiar fluttering feeling returns to Florian's stomach, as it always does around his crush.
"It's really good, thanks," Florian says softly once he's swallowed. He licks his lips, catching a bit of mayonnaise at the corner of his mouth. His eyes widen as Arven reaches out with a napkin to gently wipe it away.
Florian looks away quickly, heart pounding. He's torn between wanting Arven's full attention on him, and feeling completely embarrassed by the whole situation. At least Arven seems to be enjoying teasing them--maybe he finds Florian's flustered reactions cute? The thought makes Florian's cheeks warm further.
"You're the best babysitter," Florian adds with a little smile. He tilts his head, peering up at Arven through his lashes. If Arven wants to treat them like babies, then Florian will do his best to act cute.
Hilbert narrows his eyes as Arven wipes mayonnaise from the corner of Florian's mouth. He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. Of course Florian would play up the cute act for Arven--Florian never wastes an opportunity to get attention.
Still, seeing Arven give Florian his full focus and care makes Hilbert's chest tighten with jealousy. He wishes Arven would look at him that way. Reach out to gently touch him.
When Arven glances back over at Hilbert, offering him another bite of sandwich, Hilbert hesitates. His pout shifts into an mischievous little smile.