flashback to a few weeks ago, during the evening, after practice

– an umbrella for the rain  @hdmason

sebastian liked to think he had a good grasp of the people who are in his life; that was something he didn’t have when he was younger, more than happy to ignore others and keep them at a distance, socializing wasn’t his forte, if you will. still, opening up and allowing himself to be vulnerable and fond with others was something he was still struggling with. he couldn’t help but find it awkward. he didn’t know how to handle being so soft, he had an image to uphold, one that he had given to himself, really, that wasn’t something he’d say out loud though, not one to be so openly honest about his flaws, it was better that way, anyways–!

back to the point. 

mason was his friend. surprising, really. or maybe not so much, the male was a social butterfly, the complete opposite of himself, and he just wormed his way into his life, offering him smiles and his company, and who was he to deny someone wanting to bask in his presence? sebastian didn’t really know what to do with him at first, it was almost jarring to be around someone who was such a complete opposite of himself in the way he acted and carried himself. the british male will never comprehend how he could manage to balance so many friendships, and yet he did so rather easily, and didn’t seem to struggle, or at least he seemed quite happy doing it. sebastian wouldn’t admit to it loudly, but he wanted to be a bit more like him; a bit more open and kind, and willing to reach out to others. 

needless to say, when their texting conversation went unanswered for an abnormally long amount of time, the blond male let himself worry. though they were both busy with training and practice, they always made time to respond to each other, and mason had this happiness that seemed to exude even through sms, and though the tone seemed a bit off at first, he didn’t overthink it, but now, he couldn’t help but to reread everything said, teeth worrying at his lower lip, nervous. 

was he not feeling well? 

it was nearly supper time, and training sessions have been done and over for a while now. sebastian himself was warm and comfortable in his own dorm room, though he was quick to get on his feet to set a plan on motion. it was a bit embarrassing how he didn’t really know what to do to comfort friends; it was more so he worried it wouldn’t be the right way of comfort, or that they would hate how he showed affection and care, but he decided to stop his thoughts from running in circles, and to actually do something about it.

maybe he was reading it all wrong, but it didn’t hurt to offer some kindness. it was something the older male seemed to easily give to him, and he wanted to reach out and offer him some softness too. 

an hour and a half later, the younger male found himself standing in front of mason’s dorm, one hand holding a bag filled with tupperware of foods he had cooked, still warm, he had went for comfort first, stews, rice and kimchi, meat, and he knocked on the door, hoping it would be his friend who answered, or else it would be embarrassing, and sebastian would melt to the floor and dissipate. 

now he was just being dramatic.