So there he was. Sitting on a steel folding chair in Seifers bedroom. Seifers bedroom. Seifer for god sakes! Hayner would never imagine himself setting in the thugs room.
So Hayner sat patiently but at the same time nervously. Twiddling his thumbs while Seifer searched for bandages and ect. Looking around he noticed a unmade full size futon, a closet which seemed to be over flowing with dirty clothes, and a messy desk that was dressed in old science reports. The room gave the blond chills up his spin wondering on gods earth how someone could live this messy.(if you cant tell Hayner was a bit of a neat freak)
After a good 10 minutes Seifer came back with a couple of damp rags and palm sized bandages. he also managed to slip on a tank top for Hayner's disappointment 'wait, what am i thinking its nothing I DO NOT ENJOY HIS BODY...even if its nice and tight i wonder if...NO! BAD HAYNER!!' while hayner was having a mental war seifer pulled out anther chair from beside the desk throwing down the supplies. "Turn around chicken-wuss."
Hayner broke away from his thoughts to notice Seifer directly in front of him. Mumbling an ok he twisted around so his legs could rap around the cold chair. giving a deep sigh Seifer hiked up the confused blonds shirt. "God, do i have to do everything?" hayner face grimaced but blushed as well.
"Sh-shut up."
"whatever." Seifer retorted grabbing a rag a pressed it against the scrapped skin.
A surprised yelp came from Hayner now realizing the damp rag was soaked in alcohol. Seifer paused his movements for a second and continued to dab at the messed up back. Hayner continued to hiss in till the silence was broken by seifer.
"do you mind explaining...well this?" Hayners eye brows knitted together in thought.
"i-its nothing, really."
"yeah, i can tell." Seifer pushed a little harder on the rag causing Hayner to hiss in pain.
"See you can explain it to me or i can just make you explain it."
Hayner pursed his lips together as a sign that he wouldn't give up so easily. Seifer noticing the silence pushed harder on one of the bruises causing hayners shoulders hick up and tense. gripping his shorts tighter he tried to hold a yelp.
"So are you ready to talk or should I clean out that big cut of yours on your spine-"
"HE HITS ME!"hayner smacked a hand over his mouth from the sudden blurt. Seifer took a second to render on what hayner had said.
"who hits you?" hayner shook is head. "WHO HITS YOU?" Hayner flinched at the strong voice but kept his mouth shut tight. Seifer realized he wasn't going to to receive an answer and sighed. "get up and go to the living room. just- just sleep on the couch if you don't want to then go home." Hayner considered his options, quickly he picked himself up and moved from Seifer's room to the hall way. walking a few steps he heard the door slam behind him. 'was Seifer...mad?'