I figured I'd submit some of my musings with ya'll. Eric's my absolute favorite, but in general, I love all of HOMRA's crazy boys! I hope they'll get more focus in the movie coming out in July.

This is my first submission ever. And hopefully I've kept characters in-character. xD

I've written three prompts so far, but I'd like to see some feedback before I continue. It would greatly help me as a writer.

I do not own anything or anyone from K. They're Gora/GoHands property.
Not like it's not obvious that they have the same pairings as the fanbase does anyways, so it's cool. :3

ONTO THE FIRST PROMPT!

1. Weak

"—ed is the weakest."

"Haa..?" Mikoto quickly sat up in his favorite leather chair, suddenly awakened from his catnap by the random statement. Once his vision adjusted, he took in his surroundings of HOMRA's Bar. Anna, HOMRA's only female and Strain, stood in front of her dozing Red King, dark red irises meeting with his tired golden ones. The older male shifted his gaze, noticing two other bodies in the bar with them—his oldest friend and second-in-command, Izumo, looked up from the wineglass he was polishing, watching the two; and the youngest teen of HOMRA's clansmen, Eric, curled up on the couch beneath the front window. He noticed the blond shivering uncontrollably.

"Mikoto," Anna caught her king's attention once more.
"Hmm?" was his grunted response. He closed his eyes, waiting patiently.

"Eric's red…is extremely weak, compared to everyone else's," she informed. Mikoto was definitely awake now, interested in Anna's observations. Izumo quietly set the wineglass on the counter before leaning forward to rest on his elbows, also sharing the same genuine curiosity. Weaker than even Totsuka's red?

The Red King's brows furrowed and gave a light snort before standing up and moved closer to where Eric slept. Mikoto silently loomed over Eric. The blond teen recently joined HOMRA, Mikoto trying to remember if it was two weeks or two months ago—his chronic fatigue blurred his memories often. But Eric's wrists and neck were still covered in numerous fading scars, the results of his previous affiliation with the abusive Hikawa group. Poor kid still looked unreasonably thin, was always timid, and he never seemed to get enough sleep either.

"Suoh…," Izumo warned, having noticed the other clenching his fists tightly in frustration. We need Eric to trust us, the bartender silently added. A breathy sigh was heard, though Izumo wasn't sure if it was from his King or Eric—but he was relieved to notice Mikoto's hands relax.

Still, Mikoto remained fixated on the sleeping teen. Anna had been right; poor Eric was shivering violently, beads of sweat dripping down his face, leaving his skin clammy and icy to the touch. His breathing rate was ragged and choked from nightmares and terror. The kid was an emotional trainwreck.

What Mikoto decided next surprised the bartender: the stoic and brutish Red King, sat down beside Eric, and then pulled the teen into his lap.
Eric did not stir.

Or so it seemed, to everyone in the room.

Eric was very much aware of the King's presence, frozen in place. He knew full well what this man was capable of doing. He'd witnessed the incredible psychic powers first hand, fortunately unscathed. But the close call was still a powerful warning to Eric: one wrong move and the King had no qualms in burning a person alive.

Should he stop feigning sleep? Should he scream or just say nothing? Before Eric could decide on how he should react, he felt a large hand rest upon his back. He stilled his thoughts. The hand steadily moved back and forth, repeating rhythmically.

The terrifying, violent 3rd King was now rubbing his back soothingly.

The King was comforting him.

"Just sleep." An almost inaudible command from Mikoto. Words for no one, but him.

Eric released a breathy sigh; his anxiety dissipated bit by bit as King silently stroked his back. Thank you, King, was Eric's final thought before much-needed sleep claimed his consciousness.

-x-x-x-

"….What?" Mikoto asked when he noticed the bartender smiling at him. Izumo just shook his head.

"Nothin'. Just never took ya to be the motherly-type."