Hidaka stirs awake at the sound of his phone ringing.
He opens his eyes, blinks twice, and stares at the bottom of the upper bunk. He yawns and slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes gently, before looking around to find the phone that woke him up in the first place.
"Hello…" He clears his throat, realizing that he sounds too groggy. "Hello. How may I help you?"
The person at the other side of the lines sighs. "I see you're too sleepy to even check the caller ID. It's Enomoto. Fushimi-san said that he wants you to bring some files to him. Bring it to his dorm room, he said. He'll be absent today."
"Ah, Eno, huh… What? Does it really have to be me? Can I just send Goto instead?" He jumps out of his bunk to check the upper one, the one that Goto uses, only to find it empty. "Hey, Eno, you know where Goto is?"
"Ah, didn't he tell you? He left quite early today. He said he wants to buy new stuff for his collection."
Hidaka looks around to see that Goto's collection is already too abundant, and he cringes. "So it really has to be me, huh?"
"Yes. Hurry up, he said. It seems like an important file."
"Yeah, yeah, I will…"
Hidaka knocks on Fushimi's dorm room. "Fushimi-san. It's Hidaka." He pauses for a moment, waiting for a response of any kind. He receives none, prompting him to repeat knocking. "Fushimi-san. I brought the files that you asked for."
He decides to keep quiet. Maybe Fushimi is responding, only, the door and walls are muffling the sounds. He listens closely to hear anything, even just a slight sound, but there really is none. No soft footsteps, a crude 'Yeah, yeah, wait a moment', nothing at all.
"I'm going in." He announces himself softly as he tries to turn the knob, finding out that the door is, in fact, unlocked. Strange. He carefully peeks inside, considering the possibility that maybe Fushimi isn't around, after all, and that he simply forgot to lock his door this time… though Hidaka himself knows that that is really farfetched.
"Fushimi-san…?" He walks in carefully and softly closes the door, his gaze trained on the curled figure lying on the bottom bunk. "U-Uh… I brought the files…"
Fushimi doesn't respond, and Hidaka almost felt slightly annoyed. He's sure that Fushimi's awake; he can see Fushimi's hand moving. He frowns and walks closer. "Fushimi-san, I'll just put the flash drive here and leave. I'll come back to retrieve it later."
He walks closer to see just what exactly Fushimi is doing to ignore him like this. Fushimi's lower body is wrapped by a blanket, but his hand can be seen and it is fiddling with a Rubik's cube. He isn't trying to solve it; it was already solved. He simply is touching it, tapping it really softly on the bed, and Hidaka isn't quite sure what to feel.
"Fushimi-san…"
Fushimi pulls the blanket higher and wraps his own arms around himself, shaking his head repeatedly. "…Go away." He whispers with a rasped voice before coughing violently. "Tch. I can handle this by myself."
Hidaka frowns, unconvinced, and places a hand on Fushimi's forehead. His hand is quickly swatted away as Fushimi pulls the blanket even higher, as if it were an effort to hide. "It's just a fever… It's no big deal. Just leave."
"You can't get up, can you?" Hidaka softly asks. "Then I'll get you anything you can eat. Please wait here while I do that."
"You don't have to."
"I don't understand you-"
"Here. Can you eat on your own?" Hidaka blows on the spoon. "Here. Blow on it as well."
Fushimi shoots him a defiant look but eats anyway. "…I said I don't need your help."
"I'm not helping you." Hidaka sighs. "I'm doing it for myself."
"I said I don't understand you." He coughs again, and Hidaka rubs his back. "…I thought you were mad at me."
"I was, but I'm not the type to harbor ill will anyway." Hidaka feeds him another spoonful of the soup. "I'm not mad anymore. Are you?"
Fushimi shakes his head and avoids Hidaka's eyes. "I'm not mad. I don't have a reason to be mad."
"Ah, no, I was being too pushy… I was forcing myself to you, so I guess I might have made you feel trapped…"
Fushimi shakes his head again, a bit stronger than the previous. "It's not because of that."
"Oh." Hidaka bites his lower lip. "Was it because I like you-"
"No, no, no, you got it wrong." Fushimi covers his mouth as he coughs, and Hidaka wonders if he has upset Fushimi again. "I was… worried, okay? And scared. And just really worried. Because if you continue being this nice to me, then I might… start to fall for you as well."
"…Oh. Oh." Hidaka slowly nods, dumbfounded, and the familiar and pleasant skipping of his heartbeat is back. "I… I don't know what to say."
Fushimi sneezes and covers his face, slowly laying down to the fetal position that he had earlier when Hidaka first entered the room. "…And I'm sure that you will leave eventually because everyone does that, so… I don't want to feel this way… I can't believe I'm saying this out loud."
Hidaka blinks. Somehow, he can feel that his chest is so warm… He leans down and pushes away the hair covering Fushimi's forehead, pressing his lips softly on his skin. "…It's okay. I won't leave."
"…Everyone says that."
"I promise."
"Everyone says that too."
"I'm not 'everyone'." Hidaka replies and pulls away slightly. "Whoever caused you to think this way… I'm not like that person. Okay?"
"…"
"Eat up now. You have to finish this. You shouldn't get used to skipping meals, you know."
Fushimi feels like saying that Hidaka is like a mom, but he realizes that this wasn't how his mom treated him anyway, so he decides to keep his mouth shut.
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