This is an AU scenario of a pairing from the popular visual novel Extracurricular Activities by
This scenario takes place during the Dozer route


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Chapter 1: Arcade Desire

The tennis courts were a hive of activity, the sound of rackets meeting balls echoing through the air as the students of Crest Haven practiced their serves and forehands. Spencer and Darius faced off against Chester and Eric in a heated Australian doubles match. Spencer's sky blue eyes scanned the court, his racket at the ready, as he tried to keep up with Darius's relentless teasing. "Come on, Chester," Darius taunted, "You're moving pretty slow today, having a little trouble keeping it all in?" Chester's green eyes flashed with irritation, his muscular frame tensing as he tried to focus on the game. "Darius, stop it," Spencer interjected, his voice calm but firm. "You're just going to distract him." Darius just grinned, unperturbed, as he and Spencer exchanged a series of powerful serves. Eric, trying to keep the peace, placed a hand on his partner's shoulder. "Come on you two, we shouldn't need coach here to put out whatever fire you guys are starting." Chester, still irritated, shot back, "Yeah, well, maybe if Darius wasn't so busy trying to be a comedian!" "Well maybe you should stop distracting me, keep it between your legs big guy." Spencer was about to step in and put an end to Darius's teasing when the match took an unexpected turn. Chester, his green eyes blazing with frustration, let out a low growl. "That's it!" he barked, his voice laced with irritation. Before Spencer could respond, Chester's hand shot out, and in a swift motion, he hurled his tennis racket towards Darius. The racket flew through the air, but in a twist of fate, it veered off course and struck Spencer squarely on the head. The force of the impact sent Spencer crashing to the ground, his eyes fluttering closed as he slipped into unconsciousness. The court fell silent, the only sound the distant hum of the campus. Darius, his grin fading, rushed to Spencer's side, his face filled with concern. "Spencer! Oh shit, I didn't mean for this to happen!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with remorse. Chester, finally calming down finally snapped back to the reality of the situation and ran over to Spencer's limp body. "Ohfuckohfuckohfuck OH FUCK WHAT DID I DO?!" Eric, his eyes wide with shock, quickly joined them, his hands trembling as he checked Spencer's pulse. "He's breathing," he said, relief evident in his voice. "But we need to get him to the nurses office."
Spencer stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he took in the sterile, white walls of the nurses' office. The scent of antiseptic filled his nostrils, and a soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead cast a cool glow over the room. He groaned softly, his hand reaching up to touch the tender spot on his head where the tennis racket had struck him. "Spencer," a voice said, warm and concerned. Dozer leaned over him, his green skin contrasting with the nurse's outfit. "You're awake. How are you feeling?" Spencer managed a small smile, his voice a low rasp as he replied, "Like I just learned how to fly and came crashing down to Earth. What happened?" Dozer's expression softened, "Chester accidentally threw his racket, and it hit you. You were out for a bit, but you're okay now. I've cleaned up the cut and given you something for the pain." Just then, the door to the nurses' office swung open, and Chester burst in, his green eyes wide with worry. "Spencer! Oh god, I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, his voice shaking. "I didn't mean for that to happen. I was just so frustrated with Darius." Spencer smiled gently, understanding the frustration Chester must have been feeling. "It's okay, Chester. I know you didn't mean it," he said, his voice calm and soothing. Chester's shoulders slumped in relief, and he let out a deep breath. "Thank you, Spencer. I feel terrible about this." Spencer shakes his head "Believe me if anybody knows what it's like dealing with Darius's antics it's me." Chester chuckles, "How do you deal with it all the time?" Spencer shrugged with a somewhat sly grin. "I have my ways." As Eric entered the nurses' office, his eyes immediately sought out Spencer, who was sitting up in the bed, a small smile playing on his lips. "Spencer," he breathed, relief washing over him as he saw his best friend was okay. "Thank god you're alright." He rushed to Spencer's side, his hand reaching out to squeeze Spencer's shoulder. Spencer looked up at him, "Hey, Eric. I'm fine, really. Just a little bump on the head." Eric nodded, still looking worried. "I'm just glad you're okay. I was so scared when you went down." Just then, Dozer entered the room, carrying a tray of supplies and Eric quickly moved to thank him. "Dozer, thank you so much for taking care of Spencer. I don't know what we would have done without you." Dozer smiled, as he hugged his boyfriend. "No problem, Eric. I'm just glad Spencer is okay." Eric's eyes softened as he leaned in to kiss Dozer, a warm, lingering kiss that seemed to last just a little too long. Spencer's grip tighten on the bed sheets under him. "You two should get going," Spencer said while trying to keep his emotions and check, "I'll be fine here." Eric nodded, "Okay Buddy I'll see you later." Eric gave Spencer a reassuring smile before turning to leave with Dozer. As the door closed behind them, Spencer couldn't help but feel a pang of envy, but he quickly pushed it aside, focusing instead on the fact that he was grateful for his best friend's concern. Chester watched as the door to the nurses' office closed behind Eric and Dozer, leaving him alone with Spencer. The silence between them was thick, but not uncomfortable. Chester finally broke the silence, his voice low and sincere. "Spencer, I really am sorry about what happened today. I didn't mean to hurt you." Spencer smiled softly and rolled his eyes. "Chester how many times do I have to say I forgive you?" Chester sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I still feel terrible. Can I make it up to you?" Spencer raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "How do you plan on doing that?" Chester grinned, "How about I invite you to Critical Strike this weekend? It's the arcade I work at. My treat." Spencer chuckled, shaking his head. "Chester, you don't have to do that." Chester's grin faded, replaced by a look of genuine apology. "Please, Spencer. I really want to make this up to you. And besides, it might be fun. What do you say?" Spencer considered the offer, his eyes scanning Chester's face. "Alright, Chester. I'll go. But only if you promise to stop being so hard on yourself." Chester's face lit up with a smile, and he nodded eagerly. "Deal. I'll pick you up at seven. See you then." As Chester left the room, Spencer couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. This was a new side of Chester, one he hadn't seen before. He looked forward to seeing what the weekend would bring.
Spencer stepped out of the nurses' office, his hand still pressed to the tender spot on his head. The late afternoon sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the campus. As he made his way towards the parking lot, he could feel the cool breeze ruffling his black and white fur. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to clear his mind. He knew he had to talk to Darius, to make sure he understood the gravity of the situation. As he rounded the corner, he saw Darius leaning against his car, his amber eyes scanning the ground. He looked up as Spencer approached, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Spencer!," he said, pushing off from the car. "I'm so sorry about what happened. I didn't mean for any of this to go down like it did." Spencer nodded, his expression softening. "I know you didn't, Darius. But you can't keep antagonizing the team like that. It's not fair to them, and it's not fair to me." Darius sighed, running a hand through his slicked-back brown hair. "I know, I know. Coach already gave me an hour long lecture." Spencer crossed his arms, "Just a lecture huh, you're lucky I'm in a good mood or I would have had a field day with you right now." Darius chuckled, "Oooooh kinky." Spencer upon hearing that hit Darius's arm with the side of his elbow. "Fuck off." Darius laughed as he started walking with Spencer who was making his way to his own car. As they approached Spencer's car, Darius couldn't help but notice the slight bounce in Spencer's step and his tail wagging as if he was a puppy. "So you said you were in a good mood right, so who do I have to thank for sparing me from your wrath?" Darius asked, his curiosity piqued. Spencer chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, Chester invited me to spend the day at the arcade this weekend. He wants to make it up to me for the accident." Darius's eyes widened, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "That's great, Spencer! But why the big grin, and tail wags?" Darius leaned into Spencer suspiciously. Spencer rolled his eyes, "Because I'm hanging out with my friend, Darius." Spencer said while unlocking his car. "Just "hanging out"?" Darius smirked, "It's not a date." Darius scoffed, "Oh, come on! That's exactly what it is. Chester is making a move on you!" Spencer's expression turned serious, his voice firm. "Darius, we are just friends. Chester and I are just hanging out. It's not a date." Darius waved his hand dismissively, "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. But I know what I know, and I think you're going to give him a chance." Spencer sighed, "Darius, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I think you're reading too much into this." Darius just grinned, undeterred. "Well, I'll be the judge of that. And who knows, maybe this will be the start of something special." Spencer gave Darius his signature side eye before he getting into his car and making his way home. As Spencer drove home, his mind was racing almost distractingly so, he couldn't help but replay the day's events, his heart pounding as he considered Darius's words. What if this weekend with Chester was more than just a friendly outing? The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of excitement and apprehension. He remembered Eric, his best friend, and the pang of envy he felt when Eric and Dozer shared a tender moment. He knew he wasn't over his crush on Eric, despite knowing he was in a relationship. But Chester was different, he told himself. They're just friends, and this was just a way for Chester to make amends. Spencer dismissed the thought, feeling foolish for overreacting. He focused on the road ahead, his tail wagging with anticipation for the weekend. The radio played softly, and he sang along, trying to shake off the nervousness. He was excited for the arcade, for the chance to see a new side of Chester, and for the promise of a fun-filled day. As he turned into his driveway, he took a deep breath, ready to face whatever the weekend might bring.

The Next Day, Spencer was just getting out of the shower and starting to dress himself when he heard a knock at the door. He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist, as he approached the door, he could hear Chester's voice on the other side. "Spencer, it's Chester. Spencer opened the door to find Chester standing there, his green eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Chester, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to meet me at seven." Spencer said, momentarily forgetting he was half naked Chester grinned, his muscular frame filling the doorway. "I know, but I thought it would be fun to make lunch for the both of us before we head out. Plus, I wanted to make sure you were okay after yesterday." Spencer's eyes widened in surprise, and he felt a warm flush spread across his cheeks. "Oh, that's really thoughtful of you, Chester. Come on in," he said, stepping aside to let Chester enter. Chester entered Spencer's house, he took in the cozy living room with its soft lighting and comfortable furniture. "Wow you have a really nice place Spencer, you really live here alone." Spencer shrug nonchalantly, "Yep no one but me here." Chester's eyes roamed around until they found the kitchen, "Must be nice, you could walk around in your underwear and no one says anything." Spencer, flusteredly remembered he was only wearing a towel and his underwear, his eyes widening with embarrassment. "...I'm gonna go change..." he said, his voice a little higher than usual. Chester nodded, "No problem, Spencer. I'll wait in the kitchen." Spencer quickly rushed back to his room, leaving Chester alone in the living room. Chester made his way to the kitchen, his eyes scanning the countertops for any sign of food or ingredients. He noticed the lack of anything substantial, so he set down a bag full of ingredients he had brought from home. "I hope you like pasta," he called out to Spencer, who was still in his room. "I didn't want to assume, so I brought a few different options." Spencer emerged from his room, now dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, his fur standing on end slightly. "Pasta sounds great, Chester. Thank you," he said, his voice returning to its usual calm demeanor. Chester smiled, "No problem, Spencer. I'll get started on the sauce. Would you mind setting the table?" Spencer nodded, grabbing plates and utensils from the cabinet. As they worked together in the kitchen, the air was filled with a comfortable silence, the only sound the clatter of pots and pans. Chester began to cook, the kitchen filled with an aroma that made Spencer's mouth water. He watched in awe as Chester expertly chopped vegetables, their colors vibrant and fresh. "This smells amazing," Spencer commented, taking a deep breath. Chester grinned, "I'm glad you think so. I wanted to make sure you had a great meal. You know, to make up for yesterday." Spencer nodded, his eyes never leaving the sizzling pan. "It's more than just a meal, Chester. This is something you'd find in a 5-star restaurant." Chester blushed a bit, "Well, I do have a knack for cooking. Maybe I'll teach you sometime. You seem to enjoy good food." Spencer's eyes lit up at the offer. "I'd love that, Chester. I'm not much of a cook myself." Chester's smile softened, "No problem, Spencer. I'll teach you everything you need to know." Chester continue to cook while Spencer peered over his shoulder wagging his tail excitedly, as they sat down to eat Spencer couldn't help but feel a sense of ease around Chester, not just because the food he made was delicious, it was a feeling he hadn't experienced with many people before. He looked forward to spending the day with him, not just because he was making amends, but because he genuinely enjoyed his company.
Spencer and Chester arrived at the Critical Strike arcade, the neon lights flickering and the sound of arcade games filling the air. Chester's eyes scanned the room, a wide grin spreading across his face. "I love this place," he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "It's like a time machine straight to the '90s." Spencer chuckled, as he took in the vibrant colors and the rows of arcade machines. "It's certainly a trip down memory lane," he agreed, his tail wagging slightly as he looked around. Chester led Spencer to the counter, where he swiped his employee card. "Here you go, Spencer. This card should give you free play for the day." Spencer raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Really? That's not necessary." Chester waved his hand dismissively. "It's the least I can do. Besides, it's not every day I get to show off my arcade skills." Spencer laughed, taking the card from Chester. "Alright, let's see what you've got." Spencer and Chester found themselves at the counter, their eyes scanning the rows of classic arcade games. Chester's competitive spirit was evident as he leaned in, pointing out the games he wanted to challenge Spencer to. "We've got to try the Street Fighter II tournament," he declared, "And I'm not going down without a fight on Pac-Man." Spencer chuckled, his tail wagging in anticipation. "Alright, Chester. But you know I hate to lose so don't expect an easy victory." Chester smirked, "I guess we have a lot more in common than I thought." They made their way to the machines, the clatter of quarters and the cheers of other players filling the air. Spencer took on the challenge as if he was on the court, calm but fiercely determine, his fingers dancing over the buttons with ease. Chester, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of energy, his competitive nature pushing him to excel. As they played, Chester discovered that Spencer wasn't just a skilled tennis player, but also a pretty good gamer. "Wow you're better than I thought you'd be." Spencer shrugged, "Well Eric and I used to play games like this together all the time when we were kids, I don't really get to play games often anymore since I'm so busy but I like to pull out my old system from time to time." Spencer smiled sadly as he reminisced. "I never took you for a retro game fan, guess that means I don't have to hold back." Chester declared, Spencer only let out a soft chuckle before they moved on to the next game. Their shared love for retro games and competitive spirit brought them closer, and Spencer felt a warmth in his chest that he hadn't expected. Spencer and Chester made their way to the air hockey table next, Chester, with a mischievous grin, turned to Spencer. "Alright, Spencer, since you've been holding out on me, I think it's time for a little friendly wager?" Spencer raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. "Oh, really? And what's the condition for the loser?" Chester chuckled, "The loser has to give their arcade tickets to the winner." Spencer laughed, "Alright, Chester, you're on. But don't say I didn't warn you." They picked up the paddles, the cool plastic fitting comfortably in their hands. As the game began, the table lit up, the puck bouncing back and forth between them. The air hockey game started out in Spencer's favor, with his precise movements making it seem like he was going to win easily. Chester, however, was not one to back down. Spencer's smirk grew, but Chester's competitive spirit was ignited. With a sudden burst of energy, Chester's paddling became more aggressive, and he managed to make a surprising comeback. The game was tied, and Spencer's eyes widened in surprise. Chester, his green eyes gleaming with determination, leaned in, his voice low and confident. "You might be the king of the court Spencer but this is where I rule." Spencer gave a competitive glance. "Well, I guess I've underestimated you too." Chester clutched his paddle "That was your second mistake." Spencer raised an eyebrow "Second?" Spencer's eyes widened in surprise as Chester's paddle struck the puck with a powerful force, sending it flying towards the goal. Spencer quickly tried to block it, but Chester's aggressive play had caught him off guard. The puck slipped past him, and Chester scored the winning goal. Spencer's competitive spirit was ignited, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and frustration. "Well played, Chester," he admitted, extending his hand for a high-five. Chester grinned, his green eyes gleaming with excitement. "Thanks, Spencer. I guess that means I get to keep your tickets." Spencer chuckled, "Alright, Chester. You've earned them." Chester turned to the prize counter, his eyes scanning the various toys. He picked up a soft, fluffy rabbit head plush, its bright blue eyes and button nose making Spencer smile. "Here, Spencer," Chester said, holding out the plush. "A little something to remember our first day out." Spencer's eyes softened, and he took the plush from Chester, his fingers brushing against his. "Thank you, Chester. That's really thoughtful." Chester's grin widened, and he nudged Spencer gently. "Come on, there's still plenty of time for me to kick your butt in other games." Spencer's competitive glance returned. "Alright you're on."
Spencer and Chester played almost every game the arcade had to offer before heading home for the night, As they walked home, Spencer couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. The arcade games had been a blast, and the friendly competition with Chester had been exhilarating. "That was a lot of fun, Chester," Spencer admitted, his tail wagging slightly. "I haven't had this much fun in ages." Chester's face lit up with a smile, his green eyes shining with genuine happiness. "I'm glad you had a good time, Spencer. I really did want to make it up to you." Spencer nodded, his eyes meeting Chester's. "You did, Chester. More than you know." Chester's smile softened, and he looked down at the plush rabbit in Spencer's hand. "You know, I've been thinking about something." Spencer raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh yeah? What's that?" Chester turned to Spencer, his eyes serious. "How about we do this more often? Like, not just to make amends, but because... I wanna spend more time with you" Spencer's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, and he felt a warm flush spread across his cheeks. "I'd like that, Chester. Spencer's eyes widened in surprise as Chester reached out, his hand gently wrapping around Spencer's. The warmth of Chester's touch sent a shiver down Spencer's spine, and he reflexively pulled his hand away. "Chester, what are you doing?!" Spencer asked, his voice laced with confusion. Chester's brow furrowed, his eyes filled with concern. "What I-I thought... I thought you were enjoying the day, Spencer. I thought you felt the same way I do." Spencer's heart pounded in his chest, and he stammered, "Chester, I... I don't know what you're talking about. This is just a friendly outing." Chester's expression turned to one of confusion, his voice softening. "But Spencer, I've been feeling something more. I thought maybe you felt it too. I thought we were on a date." Spencer's eyes widened in shock, and he reacted frantically, "No, Chester! This is not a date. We're just friends. I don't... I don't feel that way about you." Chester's face fell, his shoulders slumping in disappointment. "Oh, I see. I'm sorry, Spencer. I misunderstood. I thought... I thought we were getting closer." Spencer's heart ached at the look of disappointment on Chester's face, but he knew he had to be honest. "Chester, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lead you on. I just wanted to have a good time with you, like friends." Chester nodded, his expression turning to one of understanding. "I get it, Spencer. I'm sorry for assuming. Let's just go home, okay?" Spencer nodded, his heart still pounding from the unexpected turn of events. As they walked home, the silence between them was thick, but Spencer couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. He knew he had to be honest with Chester, even if it meant hurting him. He just hoped that their friendship could survive this misunderstanding. As they arrived at Spencer's house, Chester paused on the porch, his green eyes reflecting the soft glow of the streetlights. "Spencer..." he said, his voice laced with disappointment. "I had a great time today, and I'm glad we could make amends." Spencer nodded, "Me too, Chester. Thank you for everything." Chester smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Goodnight, Spencer." He turned and walked away, leaving Spencer standing alone on the porch. As the door closed behind him, Spencer slunk to the floor, his heart heavy with guilt. He had turned Chester away, and the thought of it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Why had he done that? He knew Chester was a good friend, and he had enjoyed their time together. But he had also felt a pull, a connection that he couldn't quite understand. He leaned against the door, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of his feelings. Why had he pushed Chester away? Was it because he was scared of what he was feeling? Or was it because he was still hung up on Eric? He sighed, his tail drooping as he tried to sort through his emotions. He knew he had to talk to someone, to get things off his chest. But who could he trust? He looked up, his eyes landing on the framed picture of him and Eric on the mantelpiece. He knew he had to talk to his best friend. He just hoped Eric would understand.
The next morning, Spencer woke up with a heavy heart, the events of the previous day still fresh in his mind. He knew he had to talk to Eric, to share his feelings and seek his advice. As the sun began to rise, he picked up his phone and dialed Eric's number. "Hey, Eric," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can you come over to my house before school? I need to talk to you about something." Eric, always the attentive friend, agreed without hesitation. "Of course, Spencer. I'll be right over." As Eric arrived at Spencer's house, he could see the turmoil on his friend's face. Spencer's sky blue eyes were filled with a mix of confusion and guilt. "Spencer, what's wrong?" Eric asked, concern etched on his face. Spencer took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Eric's. "Yesterday, with Chester... I think I might have hurt him," he admitted, his voice heavy with guilt. "I didn't mean to, Eric. I just... I don't know what I'm feeling anymore." Eric's expression softened, and he placed a comforting hand on Spencer's shoulder. "It's okay, Spencer. I'm here for you. Let's talk about it." Spencer and Eric sat on the couch in Spencer's living room, the morning light streaming through the window. Spencer's tail flicked nervously as he recounted the events of the previous day, his face holding a culpable expression "I thought it was just a friendly outing, Eric. But when Chester started to... I don't know, be more than just friendly, I panicked. I pushed him away." Eric's eyes filled with concern, his brow furrowing as he listened. "Why, Spencer? You've always been so open about your feelings. Why did you push him away?" Spencer's eyes met Eric's, a mix of confusion and guilt swirling within them. "I don't know, Eric. I guess I'm still trying to figure out myself. I care about Chester, but I don't know if it's just friendship or something more." Eric's eyes softened as he listened to Spencer's words, his hand still resting on Spencer's shoulder. "Spencer, I understand that you're confused, but it's important to be honest with yourself and with Chester. You can't keep pushing him away if you're not sure about your feelings. Why don't you try to explore what you're feeling? Maybe go out with him again, just as friends, and see how it makes you feel. You don't have to rush into anything, but it might help to get a better sense of what you're feeling." Spencer's eyes widened at Eric's suggestion, and he bit his lip, considering the idea. "I... I don't know, Eric. What if I'm just leading him on? I don't want to hurt him again." Eric's expression turned serious, his voice firm yet gentle. "Spencer, you can't control how he feels, but you can control how you act. If you're honest with him and yourself, you won't be leading him on. And if you're not ready for a relationship, that's okay too. But you owe it to yourself and to Chester to find out." Spencer's mind was racing as he heard Eric's words, he never heard him so determined before, so assured of himself and his answer, had Eric really changed this much and he never noticed, or was being with Dozer what changed him? Spencer hesitated, his eyes flicking between Eric and the door, as if considering whether to leave or stay. He took a deep breath, his tail flicking nervously. "Eric," he began, his voice dropping low again, "I need to tell you something." Eric's eyes narrowed, but he remained silent, giving Spencer the space to continue. "I... I've been feeling something for a while now, and I think it's time I told you. I love you, Eric. I've loved you for a long time, and... I think a part of me still does, even though I know you're in a relationship with Dozer. I can't help it, and I can't keep it inside anymore." Eric's expression softened, and he reached out, wrapping Spencer in a soft hug. "Spencer, I understand. I've known for a while that you had feelings for me, and I'm honored that you felt comfortable enough to share them with me. I love you too, as a friend, and I want to be here for you." Spencer's eyes filled with tears, and he nodded, grateful for Eric's understanding. "Thank you, Eric. I just needed to get that off my chest." Eric moved back to smile at Spencer. I promise, nothing will change between us. You're still my best friend, and I'll always be here for you." Spencer smiled, his paw holding and gently rubbing the hand that was still on his shoulder. "I know you will, Eric. And I'll always be here for you too."
Later that day at school, Spencer found himself standing outside the locker room, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been avoiding Chester since their awkward encounter the night before, but he knew he couldn't put off the inevitable. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door and stepped inside. The locker room was filled with the usual post-practice chatter, Spencer scanned the room, his eyes landing on Chester, who was sitting on a bench, his head bowed as he laced up his shoes. Spencer approached him, his steps hesitant. "Chester," he began, "I need to talk to you." Chester looked up as Spencer approached, as their eyes met Spencer could still see a hint of disappointment with a mixture of indifference. Chester sighed, dismissively acknowledging Spencer's presence. "Spencer, I get it. I don't need your pity. Let's just move on." He stood up, his muscular frame towering over Spencer, and began to walk away. Spencer, however, wasn't ready to let go. He quickly stepped in front of Chester, his hand reaching out to gently grasp Chester's. Chester stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise. "Chester, wait," Spencer said, his voice steady and sincere. "I need to tell you something. I'm sorry if I hurt you, and I'm sorry if I didn't make it clear that I care about you. I do Chester. Chester's eyes searched Spencer's face, seeing the confusion and hurt still lingering his expression softened, his hand stilling under Spencer's grip. "Spencer, I don't understand," he said, his voice falling low. "We had such a good time yesterday, and then you push me away, why?" Spencer's ears fell back as he held a look of genuine remorse etched on his face. "I'm so sorry, Chester. I never meant to hurt you. It's just... I have complicated feelings, and I didn't know how to handle them." Chester's brow furrowed, his expression turning to one of concern. "What do you mean, Spencer? What feelings?" Spencer took a deep breath, his eyes flicking away for a moment before meeting Chester's gaze again. "I don't know if I want to be in a relationship yet, we've been friends for a while but yesterday was the first time we hung out together alone." Spencer hesitated again before continuing, "And I... I have lingering feelings for... someone, and I'm just... I'm just not sure what I want. I'm scared, Chester. I'm scared of getting hurt, and I'm scared of hurting you... but I guess that's already said and done." Spencer said looking away from Chester in guilt. Spencer's eyes widened in surprise as Chester took both of his hands, his grip firm yet gentle. "Chester?" Chester gave a smile of understanding and remorse. "Spencer, I'm sorry, you're right, I've been too hasty, but I understand your feelings, I really do," Chester said, his voice steady and sincere. "I have my own feelings to deal with too. I've been trying to let go of my feelings for Dozer, but it's been hard." Spencer's ears flipped back up upon hearing that, "I know what it's like to be confused, to be scared, I'll be honest I'm not the best when it comes to relationships and yaoi is never this complicated." Spencer chuckled as his grip tightened on Chester's hands, a wave of relief washing over him. "I guess that's another thing we have in common..." he began, his voice choked with emotion. Chester smiled softly, his thumb gently rubbing Spencer's paw. "It's okay, Spencer. We can figure this out together." Spencer's face lit up, "You still want to, with me?" Chester's hand moved up to hold Spencer's chin. "Spencer, I still want to try and date you, I promise to take things one step at a time. I don't want to rush you into anything you're not ready for." Spencer felt his face glowing pink, his heart pounding in his chest. Chester's words were like a balm to his worried soul, and it made his tail wag like it never had before. "Chester, I... I don't know what to say," Spencer stammered, "I just want to make sure you're okay with this. I don't want to hurt you again." Chester's smile was gentle, his green eyes filled with understanding. "I know, Spencer. And I promise, we'll take it slow. Let's start with just hanging out, getting to know each other better. No pressure, no rush." Spencer nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thank you Chester." While lost In Their own world, they're lingering within the locker room unfortunately didn't go unnoticed by a certain lion "So, still think I'm reading too much into this Spence?" Spencer and Chester separated immediately while blushing furiously at the mocking presence. "Damn it Darius can't you mind your own business!" Spencer crossed his arms, looking like an annoyed parent. "Hey I'm happy for you two honestly, just make sure you tuck your bone away this time Ches, you know how dogs can get." Darius snickered as he made his way to the tennis field, Spencer and Chester followed behind with Chester beating his tennis racket against the palm of his hand, making sure this time it hits its intended target.