Hugo had a problem, you noticed.
The man, as grown as he was, was unbelievably clingy.
The same way lint stuck to your clothes, Hugo's presence remained tethered to you — an unforgivable force of attraction stubborn against all odds.
He clung to you, from daylight to daybreak, without a moments rest. Requiring abnormal amounts of physical contact to 'physically function' or whatever bullfuckery he blabbered on about.
The athlete followed you everywhere. Like a little duckling running on instinct to chase after its mother, Hugo was attached to your hip and unwilling to let go.
It was much worse when nature called you in the middle of the night.
Hugo absolutely refused to let you leave his embrace when you needed to take an urgent piss.
Throwing his thigh possessively over yours, locking you in place with his arms tight around your waist, and nuzzling into the crook of your neck like a goddamn house cat.
The city could be consumed in flames, and still, Hugo was against detaching himself from you. Going as far as whining into your hair about feeling cold and lonely, anything to convince you to stay and cuddle with him just a little while longer.
But alas, your needs took priority over his pathetic wailing.
And yet, even then, Hugo was right behind you. Standing by the bathroom door, arms crossed, foot tapping restlessly against the floorboards and expression contorted with impatience as you took 'way too long' to do your business.
Seriously! How the hell were you supposed to take a shit or piss in peace when he chimed in every two seconds to hurry up?
And if that wasn't bad enough, away-nights without him might've single-handedly taken the cake for being even worse.
What was finally supposed to be your time to relax without a koala latched onto you became a pipe dream.
The difference in time zones, that was meant to act as a natural divider between the two of you, was of no help. If anything, it quickly became your biggest nemesis.
Because how the hell were you supposed to sleep at peace when Hugo blew your phone up with his incessant whining at the heinous hour of three in the morning?
One moment you would be trying to fall asleep, and the next, Hugo's calling to ask if you would hypothetically love him had he been born a worm.
No amount of reassurance from you could satisfy him either, none. Which then led to him demanding that you stay on call with him and listen to his endless rambles on whatever book he recently read.
It quickly put you to sleep. And surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, Hugo would remain on call all night till you woke up. It was a rather endearing habit he had, making sure that he was the last thing you saw before sleeping and the first thing you saw upon awakening.
Until he then pouts and whines about you falling asleep on him.
But nothing— absolutely nothing, came close to the utter disaster he was when he trailed a phantom step behind you in the kitchen.
Arms bound around you, hanging low down on your hips and chin tucked snugly into your shoulder as his movements synched with yours.
Hugo's intense desire to melt into your proximity was just out of hand. Especially when he slumped his weight down on you, hindering your mobility which led to the nasty burn on his arm.
"Hugo! What are you going to do when I'm no longer alive?!"
He stilled at your unsolicited comment, blinking slowly at the way you bit your lip with evident guilt and fretted over the scalding burn blemishing his arm.
It didn't even hurt, well, maybe just a little bit… nonetheless, it really wasn't a big deal. At least not to him.
But… to see concern weave effortlessly in your contorted expression as you muttered curses under your breath at his lack of care, his heart could only soar with unbridled warmth.
Hugo pulled you in again, as he always did. Your fury going unheard in his moment of glee. And then, biting back the small smile that threatened to leave him, he pressed his nose against your jugular.
"You can't die before me, okay?"
Your heart rate hiccuped beneath his breathy whisper, a chain of goosebumps growing from the area of ghostly contact.
"You— you," you stumbled on your words as he pressed a chaste kiss above the skin now marred with your fluster.
And in spite of your many scolding, in spite of it all, Hugo was a persistent stain that refused to budge under your whims. After all, he simply couldn't get enough of it— of you.
clingy hugo who loves your personal space… lwk this feels so basic 😭
@allieluvsh hope you did well on your exams! here's your reward nephew!