a/n: I am so sorry for this delay, readers. So, so sorry...
Prompt: "Leave"
Takeru and Daisuke fight sometimes.
Ok, they fight a lot. Sometimes over the stupidest things. Sometimes over things that siblings fight about. Sometimes they're not bad. Sometimes it's easily forgettable. And sometimes... sometimes, during their fights, Daisuke leaves, and sometimes Takeru lets him.
Daisuke leaves because it's too much. He leaves to cool himself off, to get his thoughts together, to put his head back on, even if he doesn't attach it the way the instructions are telling him to.
Takeru knows this. Takeru knows that he should let his lover be, should let him have some space to himself. But every time Daisuke walks out that door, he's not seeing just Daisuke. His father and brother walk out the door, too. Over and over, everyone is leaving, and he breaks a little more inside each time. Feels himself crumble. And sometimes, when he tries to pick up the pieces, his fingers get cut on the glass, and when they fall from tremoring hands, he pictures that door, opening and closing, as everyone walks out.
There is no one there to tell Takeru he shouldn't cry. There is no one to tell Takeru that it's ok. There is no one to bandage his bleeding hands, no one to whisper that it'll be fine, that he'll be fine, and this pain that sinks its cold fingers into his chest isn't permanent.
Until Daisuke returns.
Until Daisuke walks back in that door, looking like shit, feeling like shit. He searches every room of their apartment, and when he finds him he wraps Takeru up, squeezing hard, and holds him.
And he says he's a boomerang, and he'll always come back, and Takeru laughs, a watery, breathless laugh, and he believes him.
