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Anybody who passed Carpaccio in the halls would avoid being near him like the plague. His dark aura and glaring eyes while carrying his dagger clutched in his hand is enough for the majority of the school to keep their distance.
Yet, it was instantly and obviously clear to anybody who got past the boy's mask of a cold wall that Carpaccio was desperately, immensely, deeply, completely…
touch starved
The first person at Eaton to realize it was none other than the prefect of Orca, Margarette Macaron. The more they tried to understand the maroon headed boy the more they felt like a hovering mother to him; after all, he was concerned one of his children had become so isolated.
Whenever Margarette placed their hands on Carpaccio, they noticed the way he slightly relaxed into their hold. The master cane user became more pliable and soft under a touch, as if they were experiencing comfort for the first time.
It was Finn who was the second at Easton to learn of Carpaccio's desperation for touch.
Shortly after the events of innocent zero, the double liner took a keen interest in Finn. This fascination soon turned into longing (In Carpaccio's words) but in truth was a crush (Stated by Margarette). Finn had noticed Carpaccio's stare, and although he was definitely terrified… He tried his best to become friends with the maroon headed boy.
Soon, they started dating; much to the surprise of… Everybody. Especially Rayne, god forbid Finn leaves those two in a room alone. But that’s besides the point-
What Finn was really shocked by was Carpaccio’s need to hold and or touch him throughout the day. Early in their relationship it started with hand holding, then progressed to hugs before a possessive hold on his waist when walking or standing next to each other.
Over time, Finn realized the other seemed to seek comfort in holding Finn. While their relationship developed, so did the amount of touch, progressing to where they are now.
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Finn sometimes liked to stay the night in Carpaccio’s room. The boy had no roommate because of his… Unique personality, and his presence brought Finn comfort. He also liked wearing his boyfriend's sweaters that were most definitely too big on him.
Carpaccio was ecstatic when Finn stayed in his room for an impromptu sleepover. He loved to hold the smaller boy in his arms while he slept, and definitely enjoyed seeing the other in his clothes.
It was another one of those days where Finn visited the Orca dormitory to stay with Carpaccio.
“Paccio, what are you doing? Come sleep” Finn was propped up on the headboard of Carpaccio's bed, watching said person rummage around his room in search of something,
”I lost a paper… I need it for studying my research” Carpaccio spared a moment to stare up at Finn, watching as he yawned while rubbing his eyes. Cute he thought
”Can you do that later? I want you to hold me.” It was as if that last sentence triggered Carpaccio to drop everything and head to the bed, walking over to Finn.
”Alright… Tomorrow,” Carpaccio slid into the bed beside Finn, repositioning both of them to be fully lying down. He then turned around to turn off a lamp on his bedside table.
Immediately after, he turned to pull Finn into his chest. He turned Finn's head close to his collarbone, one hand around the lean boy's waist, and the other on his upper back. He pressed his cheek to the crown of Finn’s head, letting up a soft content sigh while tangling their legs together.
While Finn found it adorable his boyfriend acted like a clingy koala, he could help but ask,
”Why do you like touching me so much?” Carpaccio paused at that, looking down towards Finn with a complex expression,
“Do you not like me holding you?” The double liner’s face held a bit of worry, slightly loosening his hold on Finn. The moment the latter felt that he reached up to grab Carpaccio's arm,
“No! I love it! I just want to know- if you don’t want to tell me that’s totally fine! No pressure… haaaah” Finn looked a bit to the side, feeling a smidge guilty for making worry appear on his boyfriend's face.
Only when Carpaccio puts his head back to the top of his, with his cheek pressed into his hair does he relax again.
“You're warm…”
”huh?”
“I said you’re warm,” Carpaccio repeated, stopping for a moment before continuing, “People don’t make physical contact with me often… My skin is often very cold, other people are usually warmer than me. Although, you are the warmest; and you feel nice in my arms…”
Carpaccio closed his eyes, snuggling closer into the warmth of Finn. Finn let out a soft hum before tucking his nose into the crook of Carpaccio’s neck.
“The warmth also lets me know you are here, alive… I mean. I know I hurt you in the past, but I don’t ever want to see you in an injured state again. I don’t want you to go, so please don’t leave me…” Finn felt as though Carpaccio just shared a very intimate confession with him, past what he has shared about himself before.
Finn tilted his head upwards, bringing his hands to Carpaccio’s cheeks. He then kissed his nose, then his forehead, both his cheeks, and the sides of his mouth. After a few more featherlight kisses around Carpaccio's face, Finn gently kissed his lips, a soft tender kiss that filled Carpaccio's stomach with butterflies.
“I don’t plan on leaving you any time soon.” Finn smiled softly at Carpaccio, the latter's eyes wide and clouded over as if he were somewhere else. A few moments later, Carpaccio placed his head on top of Finn’s, trying to pull the boy even closer than he already was.
“Good” The Master Cane user breathed out, planting a quick kiss on Finn's forehead.
Finn stayed silent, enjoying the warmth of Carpaccio’s hold and the comforting silence surrounding the room. He doesn’t ever plan on leaving Carpaccio, certainly not when he is still head over heels for him.
Both boys fell asleep within minutes, finding comfort wrapped in each other's arms.