His voice was in her ear.

“What’s up?” Mira asked softly, trying to play it cool. She was absolutely not masturbating to the thought of Deimos being fucked hard and deep two seconds ago.

“Wanna go watch a movie or something?”

Mira bit her lip and sighed. “We’ve seen all the movies to see though.”

“Any movies you want to re-watch in theaters before it’s too late?”

“Not really…”

“Wanna get food?”

“I just ate a while ago.”

“New art exhibits?”

“Seen them all.”

“Oh my fucking god-” Deimos groaned, clearly pissed. “I want to see you, Mira.”

Mira blinked and blushed. “Oh.”

“That’s it? Oh?”

Her face turned red and she rolled over to suffocate her burning face in her pillow. Deimos was silent on the other line, patiently awaiting her response.

“Ok,” Mira sighed. “We could go downtown? I need to buy some art supplies.”

“Ok.”

Mira rubbed her eyes and bit her lip. “I want to see you too…buddy.”

Buddy. Is she 75?

“I’ll pick you up in ten minutes.”

Mira’s heart skipped a beat. “Uh, make it like half an hour, dude, I’m still in bed.”

“Did I wake you up?”

“Basically,” she lied through her teeth. She was in bed but her panties were soaked and she probably smells.

He sighed. “I’ll get ready slowly.”

“See you.”

“See you.”

It took Mira a solid ten minutes to leave her warm bed. It took another ten minutes to drag herself into the shower. And then it took a million years to leave her shower.

She didn’t know why she was being so groggy and lazy, she’s masturbated and hung out with Deimos plenty of times before, but today she just wasn’t feeling it. She wanted to see him badly, but the emotion felt too strong it scared her.

When Deimos arrived, kicking down her door, Mira was in the middle of changing and yelped in surprise.

“Don’t come in, I’m naked!” She screamed out instinctively. Technically she was in a towel, but she still didn’t want Deimos to see her in this state.

“I’m in the living room,” he called back calmly.

Mira smiled as she changed.

Yawning, she entered the living room in a grey dress and black thigh highs, one of the very few clean clothes she had now since it was the break and she was lazy. Deimos sat in a random chair scrolling through his phone, his black combat boots still on as well as a new addition of a blue hat, black bomber jacket and white shirt. Two coffee cups perched on the table beside him.

Calmly, he looked up from his phone when Mira approached, eyes widening in surprise before hastily looking in a different direction.

“I know, I haven’t looked like a girl in forever,” she commented. Deimos glanced at her uneasily.

“Didn’t mean it that way,” he pointed out.

Mira rolled her eyes and waved it off. “Don’t worry, I was going to tease you about finally wearing colour,” she laughed, flicking his blue cap and gesturing to his white shirt.

“I own colour,” he said sourly. Stretching, he got up, doubling in height and leaving Mira to peer up at him. She enjoyed it when he was sitting.

“You got coffee?” Mira chirped as he locked his phone and shoved it into his pocket.

He nodded and passed her cup. “Passed the time.”

Mira smiled, her chest twisting in painful knots. This fucking asshole knows the right way to her heart. Calmly, she swirled around and wandered into the kitchen to hide her red face. “Raven got donuts recently, you want some?”

Casually, Deimos got the hint to take off his shoes and wander into the kitchen with her. They were going to hang out for a bit at her house. Partly because Mira didn’t want to be in close proximity with him in his truck just yet. It’s been less than an hour she was moaning out and fantasizing about him. Fuck, Mira, just act casual.

While she sniped a chocolate donut with colourful sprinkles, Deimos slipped his hand to her hips and leaned down to look at her. Her heart did a triple flip and she stood still, staring up at his green eyes.

“Have you been sleeping?” He asked calmly. Mira and Deimos have known each other enough to touch each other casually. Hell, Mira cuddled with him after knowing him for ten minutes, so she shouldn’t be so frantic about one little touch. But she was.

“Sort of,” Mira laughed. She avoided his intense stare.

“It’s summer break what’s wrong with you.”

“Insomnia runs deep in my veins.”

Deimos sighed dramatically and grabbed a glazed donut from the little box. “Get some sleep, you dweeb,” he nagged, patting her on the head. Mira stared at him, watching him casually flop onto the couch and eat his donut in seconds. “When do you want to head out?” He chirped between bites.

Mira was still in the kitchen stunned by him. How casual he was with her. How normal it was for him touch her platonically. How much he cared about her.

“You wanna watch an episode of Voltron and then head out?” She asked.

“You and Voltron,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Is that a yes?”

“Sure, it’s a good show,” he sighed and waved her over. Mira smiled and trotted over to the living room, settling her donut and coffee down. Deimos fiddled with the remote and brought up Netflix in seconds while Mira sat down beside him. A few more clicks and seconds later they were settled into the couch watching the quick opening unfold.

“How’s your break?” Mira asked as it played.

“Boring as shit.”

“We’ve been watching a bunch of movies together?”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Deimos admitted. “But since I can’t work in your country I’m just left to rot in my stupidly small apartment.”

“You wanna go on a road trip?”

“Not really.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Mira teased him in spite.

“You’re such an ass.”

“Hey, dude, you gotta explore Canada. You’re going to go…back to Greece eventually,” she trailed off. Deimos will eventually go back to Greece… She stopped whatever strong emotions twisted her insides and stopped her expression from changing. However, it was enough to catch Deimos’ attention. Quietly, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close.

“I’m going nowhere for now,” he muttered. “Greece is rad as hell, but for now I’m here with you.”

Mira bit her lip and swallowed thickly. “Ok,” she murmured, stunned at Deimos’ shocking display of sincerity. “So, road trip sometime?”

“Fine.”

She chuckled. “It’ll be fun. Annie’s parents have a beach home we can go to with the others or we could go camping under the stars.”

“At least it won’t be as cold as shit unlike the supermoon incident.”

“Hey, you enjoyed it.”

“I really didn’t.”

Mira elbowed him playfully and he shushed her to be quiet and watch the show. Calmly, Deimos wrapped his arm around her and rested his cheek against her head, relaxed and quiet. The episode went quickly, Deimos cursing in the end as it was a cliff hanger and announced after their little errand he was staying over to finish the stupid show because he was finally hooked. It only took him six episodes.

After Mira hopped into his car and stole the aux cord to blast her music, the girl realized how easily she reverted back to her normal self. One episode of Voltron and she was singing in Deimos’ truck with the driver leaning against the wheel laughing hard.

“You’re so pretty when you smile,” Mira giggled after singing her heart at to Beyoncé’s Halo. Instead of the usual drop of the smile and a snide, spiteful comment, Deimos kept grinning and replied shyly.

“You too.”