Hum. The first part makes sense, and it's yet another reworking of an old cliche, but I needed to write them so very badly... Again. I hate dialogue, really I do. This is why.
One Day by Redex
5C... Yes...
"Hiiragi!"
"Akane, slow down!"
"Young man, please stop yelling or you'll have to be shown out of the hospital!"
"Hiiragi Hitonari! Come on, lady, they said he was on this floor..."
"Surname Hiiragi? Yes, please wait and I'll get a nurse to show you-"
"No need."
He was wearing his Crazy Kouzu t-shirt and a pair of jeans, the casual picture only marred by the bandaid on his usually impeccable face and bandages showing at his elbows and wrists.
"You!"
"Me."
He smirked.
"Worried, were you?"
"Fuck, you asshole! Minefuji called and said you'd been involved in an accident..."
Tachibana could see ugly bruses all along Hiiragi's neck.
"Isn't this where you start crying and moaning that you'd thought I died?"
"Don't be stupid."
Tachibana punched him in the shoulder instead. Hiiragi winced and clutched at his arm - not the usual reaction.
"Idiot, I'm hurt."
Sumire only watched as they stared at each other for a long time, taking the mesure of the situation.
Hiiragi closed his eyes and sighed.
"Let's go."
All the way walking home Akane subtlely kept his eyes on Hitonari. When they reached the crossroads between his house and Hiiragi's apartment he waved Sumire home with a message to his mother written on the back of a advertisement he found in the street.
"You didn't say what happened."
"I wasn't paying attention and a car hit me in the street."
Hitonari turned his head so Tachibana wouldn't see his blush.
They walked the rest of the way in silence.
Hitonari didn't really know what Akane meant to do by coming over, so he let him sit in the kitchette while he showered, a long and labourous process that eventually involved sitting down on the toilet and giving up.
Tachibana banged on the door.
"Oi! Hito! Are you dead in there, or what?"
The door he had forgotten to lock opened slowly.
"Hitonari?"
The teen in question just looked at the floor with a blank gaze and even blanker mind. It had been a long day.
"Oi."
His voice was softer, and fingers trailed over his shoulder.
"That's not just from me, is it?" he tried to joke, taking in the battered form hunched in the steamy room.
"Brused ribs, dislocated shoulder, chipped a bone in my hip, twisted an ankle, tore up my hands and knees, mild concussion," Hitonari listed off wearily.
"It was just a nudge. Lucky you got off so easy, really."
"Mmm."
Tachibana's hand gently tangled in Hitonari's hair and felt a scab that hadn't been there before.
"Stupid rich boys," he mumbled, grabbing a sopping wet cloth from the still-running shower.
"And pale boys, come to that."
The cloth soothed the ache of his knees, and when Tachibana found a few more, his shoulders as well.
"Thanks," he mumbled after a while sitting like this, staring at his clasped hands. Tachibana moving around, turning off the shower, draping a towel over his lap, reheating the cloths when they stopped steaming.
"I though, maybe, you were dead," Tachibana admitted later, leaning against the doorframe as Hitonari eased his aching self into bed.
"Tch," Hiiragi snorted, leaning on his better arm to get a good view.
"I'll just stay here for the night, then?"
Tachibana pulled off his shirt obligingly, skull necklace bouncing to a rest. He pulled off his pants and socks and crawled onto the bed, careful not to make enough movement to jerk Hitonari around.
"No touching."
Hitonari didn't meet Tachibana's eyes as he settled in to the Hitonari-smelling bed, pulling the sheets up under his arms.
"Who are you talking to, idiot?"
Hitonari smiled a little and Tachibana kissed him, using a large force of will not to bring their bodies closer together.
"Go to sleep," Hitonari mumbled sleepily, one bandaged hand tangling in Tachibana's hair.
"Yeah..."
Critique?