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RD: Desolation
He shuffled into their apartment, thudding against doors and smelling, looking, acting like a drunk who just got laid. It helped that he wasn't so drunk he couldn't give directions to his 'companion.' It didn't help that the moment he stumbled into the bedroom, he heard them.
Desolate sobs, the angry thumping of fists on the wall and, finally, a quietly spoken, "I saw you from the window."
Shit, he thought. Shit. But it was already too late and he should have thought that earlier. He should have stopped, should have gone home and not out drinking with his co-workers. He should have bought the fucking game Kirihara had been obsessing over for weeks and celebrated his raise instead of spending everything on an ass-load of drinks and a stupid motel room.
Shit.
"Akaya . . ."
The younger man cleared his throat and rubbed his eyes harshly with the blanket. He got off the bed shakily, grabbing onto the bedside table for support. "I . . . um, I called your office a while ago," he said in a soft voice. "The secretary said you . . . you got a raise and went out with some guys, and so I thought I'd wait for you to come and we could . . ."
Marui was frozen.
". . . but maybe it'd be best if I . . . stayed at Niou-senpai's place for a while . . ."
"No–"
"Senpai," Kirihara interrupted through gritted teeth. "You're not exactly in a position to tell me what to do right now."
"Akaya, no, please, let's talk for a while. A – a minute, a-and," he paused, thinking, racking his fucking tensai brain for something, god, anything to make Kirihara stay. He buried his face in his palms, growling in frustration. "Please."
Kirihara had, by that time, already brushed past him.
No.
Heading for the door determinedly.
Oh god, no, please.
He stopped, hand on the doorknob, and Marui almost wanted to stab the hope fluttering in his chest.
". . . Akaya–"
"I'll ask Niou-senpai if he could pick up some of my stuff tomorrow. Don't wait up."
And he left.
