Hiroki's Fifth Truth
There were some things Nowaki simply wouldn't let pass. When he saw Hiroki trudge into the kitchen one morning, his face flushed and his back hunched, it was one of those times. Nowaki wasn't going to let Hiroki go to work.
Unfortunately, Nowaki had work himself, and he didn't even have time to tell Hiroki to call Miyagi and go back to bed. He was being called-in.
"I'll see you this evening, Hiro-san!" Nowaki called as he grabbed his bag and slipped on his shoes. Hiroki nodded and yawned, putting a hand to his forehead. If Nowaki was lucky enough, maybe Hiroki would decide to stay home on his own.
Of course, he wouldn't be so lucky. And that was how he found himself escorting Hiroki out of the hospital that evening, Hiroki with a bandage around his head and Nowaki with a very rare frown on his lips.
"Hiro-san, you should know when not to go into work," he said. He was tempted to take his boyfriend's hand as they walked across the hospital campus towards the subway, but he didn't want to risk it. Hiroki was hurt enough without having to resort to violence as he usually did when Nowaki attempted PDA.
Much to Nowaki's surprise, however, Hiroki took his hand without saying a thing about it. "I was just tired is all. How was I supposed to know I'd fall asleep in the middle of a class?"
"And smash your head on the desk," Nowaki added, because this detail was most important. It was, after all, why one of Hiroki's students ended up calling an ambulance and Hiroki was brought-in on a stretcher, only half conscious and with an angry purple bruise blooming right in the middle of his head. "You're lucky you didn't get a concussion."
"You sound like my mother," Hiroki muttered. They were just getting down in the subway station, though, and so the noise prevented Nowaki from hearing.
"What did you say, Hiro-san?"
"I… said maybe I should take a couple days off and visit my mother," he said, though he wasn't sure why. He knew his father would be around, because his mother had been calling constantly, trying to get Nowaki and Hiroki to visit. It was Nowaki's weekend off from the hospital as well, so it would work out.
A smile spread across Nowaki's face, and he nodded enthusiastically. Hiroki, for his part, finally realized that he was holding his boyfriend's hand in a public, crowded place and broke the contact, grumbling to himself about how he was going soft.
Another multi-part thing? Probably. Hope you enjoy it!
