drabbles100 challenge; Kawamura-centric
theme # 44: circle
AkuTaka; PG-13 (for Akutsu)
Late one night, long after closing time, Akutsu stumbles into the restaurant. Kawamura hears the noise from his room and runs downstairs (his father is a deep sleeper) to find Akutsu bleeding onto the counter.
Where were you? How did this happen? Why do you always do this? Why do I never try to stop you? Questions whirl in Kawamura's head, threatening to spill out his mouth, so he presses his lips into a thin line as he looks for the first-aid kit.
Akutsu bites back a groan as Kawamura peels away his shirt from a particularly bloody area. Kawamura works in silence, the only sounds those of tearing gauze and medical tape or Akutsu's pained hisses.
The tense atmosphere is broken when Kawamura turns over Akutsu's arm to find a cigarette burn on the inside of his pale forearm. They stare at it for a moment, the darkly red, perfectly circular welt managing to look ordinary and at the same time unnatural.
"Akutsu…"
"Shut up!"
Kawamura winces, but pushes doggedly on. "This wasn't a normal fight, was it."
Akutsu glares over his head, eyes fixed on the wooden menus nailed to the wall.
"…There was a reason this time."
"Oh, really?" Kawamura laughs bitterly. "Since when did you need one?"
A mumble. Kawamura raises an eyebrow, and Akutsu rolls his eyes.
"Bastard insulted your restaurant," he mutters in a rush.
Kawamura gapes at him. Akutsu shifts uncomfortably, yelping in pain as Kawamura throws his arms around him and hugs him roughly, tangling fingers in his dirty grey hair. Gingerly, Akutsu pats Kawamura on the back, and they sit like this, not saying anything, just taking comfort from each other's warmth.
Until Akutsu starts bleeding on Kawamura's shirt.