A/N: I thought there was a severe lack of Dewa, so I've decided to rectify this since it is his birthday.
Disclaimer: K is not mine...and never will be...but if it were, i'd give the HOMRA alphabet kids more screentime = A =
This first drabble is with Eric, because...I really don't think Dewa hates him or anything. They do, however, have quite a bit to go before they're really friends. w ;
Eric does not like storms. In fact, it would be accurate to say that he hates them. Fujishima knows this, but Fujishima has been called away to help his grandparents, and the bar is almost completely devoid of its usual inhabitants - Dewa is perched at the counter, typing away on his phone, waiting for Kusanagi to return from an errand. There is no one to help when the lightning flashes brighter and the thunder crashes louder, straight into his bones and making him shudder into fetal position.
He's scared,
scared and cold and alone and it's getting harder and harder to breathe and his vision is blurring and fujishima's not here and he's not okay and just breathe stop panicking no
no
and then there's a blanket, soft and red, that's edged closer and closer to his feet and watching it slide closer and closer is actually vaguely distracting to the small part of his mind that's still coherent.
The couch dips and he manages to peek out over his arms at Dewa, who is pointedly staring at the opposite wall. The other must have been somehow observing him because once he's looking at the black-haired male, Dewa starts breathing in and out audibly and visibly. Each breath is measured, careful,
and
before he knows it,
Eric's breaths are coming more naturally.
(He'll be scared of storms for years to come, but he's never weathering them alone again.)
The first of ...twelve drabbles. This was crossposted from tumblr (on tumblr i am kotoyokai, if you want to find me there). :)