you’re mad at kinich, and he knows it.
he knows because when he shows up to your apartment, ready to walk you to class, you stride straight past him and out the door. he knows because you‘re pouting, even as he presses your favorite iced coffee order into your hands, even as he lifts your bag from your shoulder and slings it over his.
“you’re mad,” kinich says plainly, a few steps behind you as you walk across the quad. he fishes in his pocket, producing a single cherry lollipop that he unwraps and pops into his mouth as he walks.
“i’m not mad,” you reply, in a tone that clearly conveys that you are, indeed, mad.
and really, it’s not exactly a secret—kinich knows why you’re upset, and you know that he knows. it’s solely your lack of willingness to talk about it that lead you to your current situation.
“you’re mad because i’m leaving for a week,” he sighs. you glance back to see if he’s still following as you step on the sidewalk next to the street, and he is.
when he sees you look, he smiles, lollipop stick peeking from the corner of his lip.
“i just think it’s ridiculous,” you huff, arms crossed. people are watching as you pass, whispering about the obvious disagreement between you and your boyfriend, but you don’t particularly care. “what kind of ‘team bonding’ trip takes a week?”
cars are passing by, and kinich can’t watch it for much longer; he finally matches your step, urging you away from the side closest to the road. you turn your nose up, refusing to meet his eyes.
“come on, princess. if i wasn’t captain, i wouldn’t go on the trip in the first place. but they’re asking me to go, and i agreed. i don’t want to back out on that.”
the rational part of you knows that you’re being selfish. but the rational part of you has been beaten down by the constant stress of final exams, club responsibilities, and other life issues, so sometimes the worse parts of you take over.
you’ve been so busy that the two of you haven’t had much alone time together, and it’s taken a toll on your mental health. you wonder if you’re the pathetic one—if kinich is handling it just fine, aren’t you just being too needy?
still, he reaches for you, slinging an arm over your shoulder and holding you close, and you don’t shake him off.
“princess,” kinich tries again, gentle, “look at me. c’mon.”
and you do, because even when you’re mad, you have trouble saying no to him.
when you do, all you can see is the devotion and warmth in his eyes, and it immediately makes you forget about everything else.
he raises a brow, corners of his lips just slightly upturned. “are you still mad?”
head leaning against his shoulder, you sigh. “i just miss you.”
and kinich gets it. he does. because he misses you too, every minute he can’t spend with you, every day he’s away, every second you aren’t by his side. so he slides the candy from his mouth with a slight ‘pop’, then presses a kiss to your forehead.
“once i get back, we’ll spend a whole week together,” he promises. “and by the time that’s over, you’ll be sick of me instead.”
you huff once more, and kinich smirks.
“don’t say that,” you finally say, offended. “i could never be sick of you.”
