Agon stayed in the Hospital for 3 days.

Hiruma remained with him the entire time. Mamori was the only other person besides him that had been allowed to see Agon. Agon was placed in a mental care unit. His room had strict visitation rules. No one was allowed except for Hiruma and Mamori, Mamori being second in command to relay information to the team as the days passed, Agon being… comatose. Unsui wondered why, many times, he couldn't he see his brother, as his brother had fallen, coming to the hospital, but he was forced out of the hallway as soon as his twin was taken into the ICU.

"Agon!" Unsui cried out, tears blotting his eyes, staff holding him back as he had to see his twin rolled in on a stretcher. "Agon!"

Agon's mouth was covered by a breathing mask. He was changed into a hospital gown. He was strapped down. Unsui didn't get it. Why was he…

Why was his brother strapped down?!

Hiruma got it. Agon was strapped down because his strength was unparalleled to any staff member they had on sight, and Agon woke multiple times, in a crazed state, throwing hospital members left to right, into windows, knocking them over, crashing glass, screaming.

"Let me out!" Agon shrieked, out of his hospital bed on the first day, staff members on sight, trying to get a handle of him, telling him to calm down. "Let me out! I want my mommy! Where's my mommy?!"

Agon shrieked. Hiruma's eyes widened. He was going bezerk. He had never seen Agon in this state.

"Get the anesthetic!" A nurse cried out as Agon threw a man twice his size over his shoulder into a wall, screaming. "Sir! Calm down! You're okay!"

Hiruma stood, frozen. He was still in the room with him, seeing his lover decay right before his eyes. He couldn't move. Agon was screaming.

Agon didn't stop till they shot him with the anesthetic.

He fell to the ground. His head hit the floor. The nurses couldn't stop him until he was shot by the anesthetic, the 7th try, as someone came in with a gun, using Hiruma as a distraction.

They only kept him here for that purpose.

Agon was going erratic. Berserk. "Help!" A nurse had called out before they shot him, panicked. "We need help!"
Hiruma's fingers twitched. Glass cracked around him. Seven men tried to hold Agon down, but, Hiruma knew it wouldn't work, as their strength was inferior to Agon's, and Agon wasn't holding back.

He was beserk.

Hiruma snapped into reality. He dodged as a man whom was six feet tall was thrown to the right of him by Agon, slamming into the wall, passing out.

"Mommy!" Agon cried out. "Mom! Mommy, I need you!"
Unsui heard his brother shrieking down the hallway.

"Agon!" Unsui yelled. "Agon!"

He tried to get past the officers that held him, but, it was futile. He knew it, despite being an American Football player, he couldn't tackle or shove these guys down to get to his brother.

"That's my goddamn brother!" Unsui shouted, cursing. "Let him out! Don't hurt him! Dammit—!"

He tried to push past the officers that held him, but they didn't let him pass. The waiting room was in a wreck. It had been since Agon gotten there, as everyone was in shock from Agon's fall at the game. Hiruma still remembered. He remembered the way he ran to Agon and cradled him in his arms, screaming.

"Call 119!" He shrieked, holding him, heartbeating. "Someone call 119!" Mamori hurriedly grabbed a cellphone from her bag and called emergency. Hiruma couldn't move. Neither could his team. Everyone in the crowds were in a panic, as cameras drew to the subtle scene, not seeing so subtle anymore, as Agon, the god, had fallen. Hiruma held Agon in his arms. He knelt his head over him and shut his eyes, screaming. Agon was comatose.

Everyone in the waiting room went into shock as guys twice Agon's size were thrown out of his room, Agon screaming. Usui's eyes blotted with tears, hearing Agon cry for their mom.

She's no longer here, Agon. Unsui wanted to tell him. His lip stiffened.

There was no one there to tell him that.

"I'm here!" Hiruma shouted, suddenly in Agon's direction, pointing to himself, screaming. Agon had finished dodging his sixth anethstetic. His panic was stopped. He looked into Hiruma's direction, turning his head. His eyes went a pale gray.

"Mom—"

He was shot in the neck. A man carrying an anesthetic gun over his shoulder shot Agon. Agon fell to the floor, collapsing. There, the members of the hospital grabbed Agon and placed him over the bed, silencing him. They strapped him up. And from there, that was the last Hiruma ever saw of his Agon.

Agon was silenced.

The staff members had asked Hiruma to stay in Agon's room, as he was the only person that could stop Agon's erratic behavior, only if for a moment, to shoot an anesthetic into him if it got… serious. Hiruma tsked. Nurses asked him questions. Hiruma's eyes blotted with tears.

"Is there any thing that could've caused this?" The nurse asked, looking into Hiruma's eyes, holding a clipboard. "Any head trauma? Any malnourishment? Any—"

"No." Hiruma said, at last, with clarity. He had changed out of his uniform and into a brown leather jacket and dark jeans, his formal shoes worn, sitting still in the hospital rooms spare chair, far from Agon's presence, but near his area. The nurse looked at him. He was shaking.

"Is there anything you can think of?" The nurse asked Hiruma, pleading. "Please. Anything can help—"
"No." Hiruma shook his head, cutting her off. "Nothing."

That was his honest answer. He didn't know why Agon had reacted in this manner, why he had fallen onto the field, during their game. Hiruma shook. He didn't know what could have caused it. Agon had been eating well, sleeping well, playing well, he didn't understand. He didn't understand—

For once, Hiruma was clueless about the Agon.

The Agon he was supposed to cherish and love, know everything about.

He didn't know him anymore.

Hiruma sat in the dark room, corner of it as today was the third day he had stayed here, looking at Agon passed out in his bed, kept on anesthetic. Hiruma almost cried. He was forced to be this way. Agon didn't want to go to bed, but, for once, he—.

He was forced to sleep.

Hiruma hugged his mouth, clamping his fist over it, shutting his eyes. Agon didn't say anything to him. He didn't laugh. He didn't smile. He only…

Slept.

Maybe it was better this way, Hiruma thought. He remembered Unsui getting thrown out of the hospital on the second day, asking for his brother.

"We don't want to trigger any family trauma." The nurse had told him. "Please, wait until we call you."

"Family… trauma…?" He wondered aloud. "Agon wasn't abused; What… are you talking about?"

The nurse gulped. "Agon suffers from PTSD; post-traumatic stress disorder. We have to keep him in the mental hospital. Something must've happened to him in his past for him to have this disorder, and it's elevated. It's chronic. That's one of the only things He let us recover from his files."

"...He?" Unsui's lip arched. He grew angry. "Who is he?"

"Hiruma." The nurse gulped, confessing. "He didn't let us see any of his files until the second day. Please, don't tell him any of this—"

That demon…! Unsui crushed the papers he held within his hands, Agon's childhood papers he had brought from the doctor requested to see before he left the previous night. That damn demon…!

He purposefully withheld information to cause Agon being in this state.

Unsui hated him. If it weren't for that damn demon, his brother wouldn't be in this state! He hated him. His skin boiled with a passion.

"...Sir?" The nurse checked in, seeing a vein pop out of Unsui's forehead. He wore a tan duffle jacket and light jeans. He hadn't seen his brother in a little over a year, and he only saw him when he was put in the hospital, and kept there, all over Hiruma choosing not to reveal files about Agon's disorders and what he suffered with until he felt like it.

His life was all in that demon's hands!

Hiruma had complete control.

And Agon… was his slave.

Unsui clenched his teeth. He walked back into the waiting room and sat down, crossing his arms. "How long…" he asked the nurse. "How long until I see my brother?"
"Not possibly until the third day." The nurse answered, quick. "But even then, you'll—"

Unsui sat and waited.

Hiruma knew this. He knew Unsui was angry with him. He purposefully withheld information that could help Agon's case.

That was because he waited to see if he had been poisoned.

Agon's tests all came back healthy. He hadn't been poisoned. He didn't have a disease. He didn't have anything wrong with him. Then why…?
Hiruma revealed the files to them on the second day.

It had to be something mental. Something mental with Agon. Agon had woken from his blacked out state and shouted for his mom, Hiruma telling him that, yes, she was here.

She was here.

She was him. Hiruma bit his lip. He couldn't forgive himself, he'd like to say, but that was the only way to stop Agon's berserk strength, as he would've possibly killed—

Mamori came. Hiruma had convinced the nurses and staff to let Mamori in and allow her access into Agon's room. She came with peeled lemons, soaked in honey, meant for practice that was held almost held that day.

"How's the team?" Hiruma asked her, blank, for the first time as she entered. He stuck his hands in his pockets.

"Hiruma…!" Mamori gasped. "You shouldn't be worrying about the team. You should be worrying about you—"

"I didn't stutter." Hiruma said. She was still. Hiruma continued. "Answer my question, Fucking Manager."
Mamori looked down. "...They're fine." She confessed. "They're scared… but fine. They'll be okay. They've taken off practice for the next three days, as you've requested—"

"Good." Hiruma walked away. He seated himself, upon the couch he had been sitting on for the past two days, studying the game's footage, reviewing it, replaying... it.

Mamori sat next to him. They sat in silence. Hiruma lounged one of his legs out. A scarf was around his neck, almost hiding his lips. His gaze was cold. Agon was still asleep.

"How's Agon?" Mamori asked him.

"He had a panic attack last night." Hiruma grunted, shifting his position, blowing out air. "The anesthetic wore off. He woke up in a bizarre manner, breathing hard, screaming. I was sleeping. I woke up and calmed him, only for a moment. He wasn't… himself."

"Wasn't himself?" Mamori questioned. "What do you mean? You know him better than anybody… how could he not be himself?"

Hiruma looked away. "Something… was wrong." He almost cried, saying that statement, but managed to suck it down, blinking away his tears. Mamori didn't notice. "Agon didn't seem like himself. He wasn't… himself. It was almost like…"

Mamori listened.

"It was almost like he was seven," Hiruma admitted, "Back then. He cried out for his mom. Agon's mom died when he was… four."

"Oh, my god," Mamori covered her mouth with her hand. "I'm so sorry, Hiruma."
"It's okay." Hiruma batted her off. "Don't start feeling sorry now, Fucking Manager. It doesn't deal with you. It deals with… Agon." Hiruma looked over at Agon, his lover, in bed. "He'll be okay. Just… make sure the team doesn't panic, Fucking Manger."
Mamori nodded. Hiruma told her briefly how Agon had suffered from sudden panic from his Mom's death when he was four, and some anxiety, but, he didn't go in depth with it. He didn't go into how deep Agon's anxiety and panic actually went.

He had PTSD and Chronic Stress Disorder.

Hiruma sat and stared. He seemed lost. It was almost like a mystery, one he couldn't solve. He watched the beginning of the game multiple times, from the way Agon walked the sidelines, and passed out among them, falling, collapsing into the ground.

It had shocked many fans.

CNN wouldn't stop showing the video. Every time he flicked on the TV, he saw the video being played over and over again, his lover falling against the ground, collapsing into it, heavy. It was scary, how no one noticed until Hiruma turned his head around and screamed. Agon passed out so suddenly that no one had time to recover and regain he had even did it. The doctor's told Hiruma that Agon hadn't passed out from dehydration, nor malnutrition. It was none of those things. Hiruma even looked over the files himself. Then what…?

Agon woke up.

"Hiruma…?" Agon sat his head up in bed. He was conscious. Hiruma came over. He stopped everything he was doing. He sat down next to him.

"What do you need…?" Hiruma asked him, peering over, leaning close. It was the third day, today, around 12 when Agon woke up. He was alone. With his lover. "My Agonne?"

"You." Agon smirked cheekily to himself. "Where the hell am I, baby...?"

Hiruma held his hand. "With me." Hiruma smirked, answering. He came over Agon. He could read the look in his eyes. He sat down across his waist, letting Agon's hands come over his hips. It would be best for Agon not to know where he was, as he leaned up, pressing his lips outward towards him, weak. Hiruma kissed him.

He lead Agon into a kiss. Agon was weak. Hiruma sat across him. Even in the way Agon held his hips, fingers weak. Fluids taped up to him through IV chords, leading into his arm. He had a heartbeat tracker taped to his fingers, reading his heartbeat. It didn't drop.

"I'm so weak…" Agon admitted, sick, as Hiruma broke away from him, in a hush. Hiruma looked him into his eyes. They looked pale. Weak. "Hiruma."
Hiruma kissed his bottom lip, worried. Agon let him kiss him lightly, as he couldn't move that well with IV's strapped to him on both arms. Hiruma didn't want Agon to feel the straps binding him to bed, as he didn't want him to freak out, but—

Agon already knew.

"I… think... I should lead this time." Hiruma said, noticing Agon trying to lift his arms, but… couldn't. His forearms were strapped to the bed. He still rubbed Hiruma's ass. "Okay…?"

Agon looked at him. His gaze was still. Hiruma rubbed his shoulders, stroking them, through the fabric underneath.

Hiruma dug into his back pocket and pulled out two condoms in red wrapping. He unwrapped them, tearing it with his teeth. He chucked off his pants and shoes, stripping off his shirt over his head as Agon helped him. Hiruma came over Agon beneath the hospital covers and snuggled with him underneath the sheets, naked, pulling them over the two. Hiruma humped Agon beneath the sheets, figures moving under them, over each other as Hiruma strapped on both condoms, placing one over him and his lover.

Hiruma moaned, feeling Agon lather his ass with lubricant from the condoms, touching him, feeling him, going into his body, stretching his hole, widening it, fingering him.

Hiruma gasped. He didn't leave any marks on Agon. It was soft, silent, kept away. He rode Agon, coming on top of him, throwing his head back as Agon leaned back against his pillows, letting Hiruma take the reigns, claws gripping into tight balled fist as he felt Agon within him.

"I'm in a mental hospital, aren't I?"

Agon asked that question after they had sex, moments ago, resting against each other. Hiruma didn't answer. He disposed of the condoms earlier. The blinds were shut. Agon didn't have his lenses on.

"Yes…" Hiruma answered. "You are."

"...What did you see?" Agon asked him. Hiruma had never known how Agon acted when he was in a mental hospital, or even an asylum, as he dared, saying. He cared for Agon. He didn't want to answer. "Baby."
"I want to take a shower with you…" Hiruma kissed his ear, pleading with him. "Come with me, Agon." He tried to plead with him, stroking Agon's dick, reaching down below him, but, Agon saw through it.

"I can't." He said. Hiruma stopped. He stared at him. His eyes fell. He released Agon. His dick fell. Agon let Hiruma rest against his body. He was naked. The blankets hung around his lover's waist, back exposed, naked. Hiruma rested against him. His head placed upon Agon's neck. He sighed. He knew it. For these moments, Hiruma couldn't be strong. He wondered what it was, to be considered strong; showing no emotion in times of need and showing carelessness in times of impact. He wondered what strong was anymore. Hiruma kissed his lips.

"I know." He said. "I only… wanted you to be better."

Hiruma frowned. Agon looked at him. Hiruma's hand flopped against him. It rubbed Agon's thigh, stroking him there, warm. Hiruma was worried. He had been, for the past…

"Three days." Hiruma told him, suddenly. "You were out for three days. You were sent into a panic. It took 14 officers to get you down, and even then, you didn't stop, until an anesthetic was shot into your neck. The second day you panicked and talked about your mom, calling for her, and I revealed your medical files. Your mental illness. Today's the third day. What happened…. Agonne?"

Agonne remembered, blantly. He spoke up to tell Hiruma, but, his voice fell short. Hiruma waited. He stroked his chest. At that moment, Hiruma didn't care. His eyes shut. By the time Agon could speak again—

Hiruma was already asleep.

They slept for two hours, and Hiruma knew the doctors wouldn't come in and do routine check ups until three had passed, and they came in two. Hiruma didn't mind. They woke him up, knocking on the door, entering the hospital room as they turned the lights on, waking Agon. Hiruma sat up.

"Oh." The doctor said, noticing the two. He was startled, seeing the two in bed. Hiruma looked at him. "We can come back another time, all we're doing is routine check ups."

Hiruma moved away from Agon, sitting beside him slightly, shifting his position in bed, giving him access. The doctors came over. They switched out Agon's fluids, changed his gown, and asked him ordinary questions like how he had been.

"Good…" Agon answered. He wasn't in the speaking mood right now, and never was, but this state almost reminded Hiruma… of a kid. Hiruma looked at Agon, almost as a kid shy of receiving shots and checkups from a doctor.

"How do you feel?" The doctor asked him. "Feel sick? Achey? Chills anywhere?"
Agon frowned. He shook his head. The doctor smiled. He held the clipboard in his hands, facing Agon's good news.

"Any questions?" The doctor asked him.

He was wrapping it up, Hiruma concluded. Good. That meant Agonne and him could get some rest, as he had missed it the past 72 hours—

"Where's my mom?"

The doctor's froze. The nurses couldn't say a word. Hiruma looked at him, in shock, hearing Agon's question asked.

"She's here, right?" Agon asked. "You said she was here. Where is she?"
The doctors looked at Hiruma. They remembered the first day, how Hiruma had lied, saying that Agon's mom was here, him, when she was really wasn't. Agon wasn't here, as he was someone else—

He was 7.

Hiruma knew. Agon was still going through his post-traumatic state. He wasn't here. He was somewhere, far away, trapped. Tears fell from Agon's eyes.

"Where is she?" Agon asked, pleading. "Where's my mommy?"

"Get Unsui." The doctor whispered in the nurse's ear. The nurse ran out the room, nodding her head. Hiruma stared as within moments, his twin walked in the room, seeing his brother and him within the bed, together, Hiruma naked.

"Hiruma…" Unsui bit his lip, chewing it, seeing him. Hiruma gave him a cold glare. He didn't need this. He didn't need Unsui stirring shit up. His gaze didn't waver.

Unsui turned his attention away from Hiruma, as he saw his brother, sitting over the edge of his bed, legs hung over the side, swinging his legs just like he used to do in piano class when they sat together, reminding him of a kid.

"Agon…" Unsui sighed. He walked towards him. Agon's gaze lightened.

"Unko-chan." He said.

Unsui pulled up a stool. He sat on it, sitting across from Agon as he stared at him, looking him in the eye. He reached out. He reached out and grabbed Agon's hand, holding it.

"Agon," Unsui started, soft, grim. "Mommy's not here, anymore. She left. A long time ago. She died, when we were fo—"

"Oh, my god—!" Agon broke into a sob, covering his hands with his eyes, crying, "Why did she leave me…" He muttered aimlessly to himself, repeatedly, rocking back and forth. "Why did she leave me?!"

Agon sobbed hugging his stomach, sucking his lip in. "Why did my mommy leave me alone?!" He sobbed. "Why… did she leave me—"

He leaned down and hugged his stomach, "Oh, my mommy left me," he wailed, whining to himself. He wept. "Oh, my mommy left me…" He broke into a sob. "She left me…" He cried. "Oh, she left me…"

He continued to cry. The doctors, the nurses… everyone listened to him. Unsui's eyes teared up. He looked over at the demon seated next to his brother.

His eyes glassed over with tears.

Hiruma bit his lip as it quivered. His nose tipped red. Tears fell from his eyes. He could hear everyone sniffling in the room, trying not to cry, trying to hold it together, but—

He couldn't.

He heard Agon hunch over on his knees and bend over, crying, sobbing. Hiruma rubbed his back. He didn't know what to do. Unsui had the same look in his eye as Hiruma did. He didn't know how to comfort his brother. He hadn't seen this side of Agon before. He hadn't seen him… He hadn't seen him—

He hadn't seen him break down.

Unsui sucked his lip in. Tears tickled at the corner of his eyes. Agon wailed and cried to himself. The doctors had loosened his straps on his arms, but… Unsui turned around. Someone with an anesthetic still stood. Unsui cried. Why were they using anesthetic on his brother?!

It was because he was too strong.

Hiruma understood this. He understood why they used anesthetic on Agon. That was the only way they could get him to sleep. When he woke, he cried, freaking out, and threw things, becoming violent, and when he was asleep, he was calm. Passionate. Asleep.

It was the only way they could control him.

For the past 3 days, Hiruma had been an wreck. He'd seen Agon wake up multiple times, and see him being shot with anesthetic every single time, as that was the only way they could control him, get him to calm down…! Hiruma cried. He cried when the doctors left the room, and teared up when they were there. What was wrong with his Agonne?!

He didn't know.

Then the therapist came. He walked in Agon's room, after the nurses, doctors, staff, and Unsui had left. Hiruma changed into new clothes he had brought, leaving the room for only a moment, grabbing a spare of changed clothes at home before he returned. It was hard, for Hiruma, leaving Agon at the hospital, alone. He heard him complain in his sleep, and moan—

"Don't leave me alone…" He heard him, wrestle in his sleep, trying to change positions in bed. He was having a hard time sleeping. Hiruma teared up. "Don't leave me alone…!"
Agon was speaking of his mother, in his sleep. Hiruma cried in the hospital room, that time, when Agon did. He didn't speak after that, but that was all it took for Hiruma to know that Agon… he wasn't okay.

And that was the hardest part of all. To accept. He wanted answers. He wanted to find them. He wanted to figure out what happened to Agon—

Then he woke up.

That's where they were now, when the therapist walked in. He shut the door behind him. He greeted Hiruma.

"Good day, Hiruma" He spoke. "You must be Agon's lover."

Hiruma sat up from Agon's bedside. Agon was sleeping. Hiruma grew protective. He watched the the therapist with a gaze of ice. His gaze was cold. Mean. Unemotionaless. He inched closer to Agon, as he was resting beside him.

"It's okay," The therapist told him, a chinese man, with blue eyes. His hair was white. He raised his hands, clipboard in tact. "I'm not going to hurt him." Hiruma disengaged from the gun in his back pocket. "Hiruma."
"Who are you?" Hiruma spoke aloud. It was the first words he had felt he had said all week. The doctor looked into Hiruma's eyes. Compassionate.

"I'm his doctor," he said, "More precise, his therapist. I've been seeing Agon since he was a little boy; seven. I still remember those times." He looked away. "They called me in to see him. Can… you wake him up for me?"
Hiruma stared. The doctor looked into Hiruma's eyes. His eyebrows furrowed. Tears glistened in them. Hiruma turned to Agon. He kissed his lips.

Agon's eyes snapped open. He saw Hiruma. He looked to his left. His eyes landed on his childhood therapist he had been seeing regularly since he was seven.

"Hello, Agon." The therapist said to him. "How do you do?"

Agon shook his head. Dried tears were felt on his cheeks. He looked up at Hiruma. He wondered why his trash had been crying. He wanted to say that he was okay, that'd he be alright, but something had happened. Hiruma felt the bandages around Agon's neck, stopping the blood from flowing out as he had been shot with anesthetic, again.

The doctor pulled out a chair and sat near Agon, across from him and Hiruma. Hiruma sat across from Agon in the blankets and kissed his cheek as he sat up, licking it. Agon looked at him. Hiruma had licked the dried tears from his cheeks. Hiruma sighed. He frowned.

He felt the straps in his bed over his arms, tightening him into bed. The therapist leaned over, seeing them. Agon had marks on his arm from trying to get out of it when he went beserk, waking up suddenly. It was sad.

"Now," The doctor discussed with him. "I'm here to discuss a few things with you, Agon. I want to talk about what happened. With your mother. What caused this to happen."

"What?" Agon snorted. "She just had tuberculosis and died. Nothing I could've done to stop it. If I could, I would've already, trash."

Agon swung his legs over the bed. The therapist had loosened his shackles that held his patient to it, allowing Agon to move freely, at least, not anywhere from the bed.

"Have you had sex?" The therapist asked. "Recently? Agon. That could lead to some stress. Performance in bed, and such."

Agon's eyes glassed over. Hiruma watched him. Agon didn't want Hiruma seeing him in this state. Bandages covered his legs underneath the gown he wore. Marks were on them from the straps that bound him to his own bed.

Hiruma held Agon's hand. Agon knew he was there. His thumb stroked across it. He let Agon know that he'd always be there for him. Agon frowned. He knew Hiruma'd always be there for him.

He trusted him.

"Yeah…" Agon said, smirking. "I did." He faced Hiruma, his cocky look returning back into his eyes. "Recently, right, trash?"

Hiruma squeezed his hand.

Agon spoke to his therapist. They made casual talk at first, basic questions, like how his mood could be affected by the weather, as it was winter now, and if he had experienced problems in the bedroom or in family matters. Agon shook his head to all of them.

"Then what was it, Agon?" He asked. Agon thought. Hiruma listened. Agon knew it. He knew the truth to all of this. Everything behind it.

"A man… coughed… blood." Agon spoke slowly. His hold tightened on Hiruma's hand, it almost hurt, but Hiruma could see the pain in Agon's eyes. He was struggling. Agon didn't talk after he had mental breakdowns. He wasn't vocal, but this… "At the game. He was manning the… cameras. It… reminded me of my mom."

"That's all I need, Agon." The therapist smiled at him, sympathetic. "Did you get any flashbacks, while you were there?"

Agon nodded.

"All at once?"

Agon nodded again.

"That overloaded your brain, causing you to pass out. I get it. You should stay home, take a couple moments of rest, then I'll come back and check in on you, alright?"

He nodded. Hiruma watched Agon. He remembered in the clip, barely you could see, in Agon's line of directory, his vision catch the man manning the cameras. The man coughed out blood. At that moment, Agon's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out.

He had received flashbacks, overwhelming his body, all at once, reliving the moments of his mother dying.

Hiruma got it. The therapist left the room. "Hiruma," he said, before leaving the space they were in. "Can I speak to you for a moment?"

Hiruma got out of the bed. He followed the doctor out of the room. They closed the door behind them, and there, spoke in the hallway.

"Look, it would be best for you to keep Agon at home," he told Hiruma, "for a couple days. He needs rest. He seems fine today, so I'll sign the forms and you can take him home within the next hours, but, please watch him. Please. I'm asking you to do a favor for me. Agon is in bad shape, mentally, and won't be able to handle the most basic of tasks. His brain is overloaded. I need you to watch out for him, for me. Can you do that? For me?"
Hiruma remained silent.

"Please. Agon can hardly wash himself in this state. I need you to take care of him. Please. Wash him. Bathe him. Help him."

"I already know that." Hiruma barked. "Fucking Therapist—"

"Then please do that for me, Hiruma. Please. He needs you. He's spent many days talking about the ways you made him feel. Agon's… not vocal. He never has been, ever since he was a little boy, but, he needs you. Hiruma. Please. Help him. Fix him a nice cup of coffee, take a shower with him, anything. And when he talks to you about his mom, his memories, he's having flashbacks about his trauma. He needs you to listen to him. Please, can you do this—"

"Who do you think I am, Fucking Therapist?" Hiruma asked, leaning confidently against the wall, hands in his leather pockets. "I've been doing this for two years."

The therapist smiled. "I know." He said. "It's working."

The therapist turned around and left. Hiruma watched him leave, eyes glazing on his back as he left the corridor and shifted from Hiruma's vision. Hiruma smirked. He left the hallway and returned to Agon's room, closing the door behind him.

Musashi came.

He came two hours later, when the issue was announced that visitors were allowed to see Agon. Mamori had dropped by. Yamato and Taka dropped by for fifteen moments, Taka wearing a fur hooded parka, holding Yamato's hand.

"Is he okay?" Taka asked, clearly, to Hiruma as Agon slept, on his back. The straps had been removed from him. He'd be okay. For now, Hiruma thought. He smiled. Taka's eyes shown a bright color of brown today, as always. "Did they find out what was wrong?"

"For now," Hiruma said, staring down at Agon's face as light streamed in through his hospital room windows. "He'll be alright. You flunkies get back to practice. Your foundation shouldn't be strong as the two of you holding pinkies behind your back, kekeke."
Yamato blushed. Taka released his finger behind him. The two left with quick goodbyes and wished Agon farewells, blushing hardly, rushing out the room. Musashi came when Hiruma slept on Agon's thigh, sleeping hardly. He hadn't gotten any sleep in the past three days. Musashi knocked on the doorway. Hiruma looked up. Agon's eyes snapped open.

"Hope I won't be interrupting the party," he said, blatant blush fading on his dark cheeks, bashful. "Thought I'd at least come by and say hi,"

Hiruma smirked, grinning. Agon watched. Musashi held a bouquet of roses in his arms. Agon had tried not to jump to conclusions. They had better not been for that damn demon—

"These are for you," he said, leaning over, to Hiruma. Agon clenched his teeth. "Agon,"

Agon balled his fist. He was still going to be stubborn, even in the hospital, around Hiruma. Hiruma watched Agon clench his teeth, gritting his fist, and look at the Fucking Old Man give him flowers. Hiruma almost laughed.

He did.

"Kekekeke!" Hiruma hugged his stomach, seeing Musashi blush, one not for flowers. "Since when did you get so flowery, Fucking Old Man? Lost your balls?"

"When you finally grow yours." He smirked. He rubbed the back of his head, lip poking out, "Um, how do I put this… are you okay?" He asked Agon. "Agon?"
Agon still clenched his teeth, still high-strung about the Old Man coming to visit him. Agon wasn't used to friends, or people visiting him. Caring about him. So when this happened—

"HIRUMA~!"
A wailing noise was heard as a man triple his size came tumbling into the room. He stood, round, wearing overalls and a striped shirt. He wailed, crying. His head was shaped like a giant onigiri.

"Kuri...ta…!" Agon gritted his teeth underneath his breath. Damn. This wasn't some reunion party to greet Hiruma and his friends! Shit…! If only he could have his way…

"I told him to stand outside," The old man trash said, digging in his ear. "Geez…"
"Agon…!" Kurita sobbed, emotionally. "A-Are you okay? I saw your fall, and-and—" He broke into another sob again, covering his face. Agon clenched his teeth. He thought about pressing the button on his hospital remote to call the nurses and have those two taken out of his room, but, Hiruma stopped him. He looked up at his lover's face.

He was happy.

"You trash…" Agon grinned shortly to himself, looking away. "You scum don't even deserve to walk on my flooring. You'd better be grateful, trash, kukuku… I don't kick you out. Just say what you want and leave,"

Agon looked away. His eyes caught the sunlight. Shit. He cursed, squinting them. He didn't have his goggles on. He looked bitterly at Musashi, the old man, and Kurita, the fatass pig trash that had been his most hated enemy since day one.

Musashi frowned. "Agon…" he said. Kurita looked at him. "I knew it, you're still in the hospital and acting like such a kid. Grow up—"

"Ah?!" Agon barked. "I can still chop your ass, you old man—"

"Guys, let's… just..." Kurita tried to say, raising his hands bashfully. "Get along…"

The truth was, they couldn't. They had never gotten along, Agon and him, Musashi and Agon, Agon with anyone. He was a monster, but… Hiruma saw beyond that. He saw the gaze that Hiruma gave Agon, one filled with… love.

Agon grinned. Hiruma did, too. Kurita had never seen that look, of such a face, on Agon nor Hiruma. Kurita smiled wearily. They were getting along! They were—

"Why are you trash here?" Agon bit out suddenly. "Go the fuck on home and watch your bitches, you piece of shits. Unless," he smirked. "Kukuku… you don't have any bitches to watch,"

"Agon," Musashi bit out. He was wearing his girlfriend's scarf over his neck. "Why are you being so difficult?"

It was because he never had friends. Hiruma answered in his head. He laughed. Kekeke. Agon wasn't used to friends. He wasn't used to people, caring about him. Hiruma smirked.

"Why don't you just head the fuck on out my hospital room," Agon snapped. "You old man piece of shit? And take that fatass pig you scum call Kurita with you, too. Kukuku… Hell, make me feel a whole lot better if you did, kukuku." Agon laughed swiftly underneath his breath. "I'll send you flowers on your way out, since you insist so much on giving me some, you gay homo. Kukuku."

Musashi looked at Hiruma. Don't look at me. Hiruma wanted to say. He looked at Hiruma, frustrated. Hiruma blew a bubble gum stray from his mouth, aloof. He didn't have anything to do with it. He shrugged. Musashi looked away.

"Look," Musashi looked away, rubbing the back of his head. "I didn't come here on my own. Kurita grabbed me. I only wanted to drop by, and check on you, and say my goodbyes, but Kurita was the one that suggested we buy you flowers, and have a conversation, seeing how you were doing. Your fall was nasty, Agon. You should thank him for caring enough to stop by."

Is he telling me to thank him?! Agon thought in his head, gritting his teeth. He looked at the two of them. No, look at the old man and pig's faces, he told himself. They're being sincere.

He looked up at the demon. Did he plan this? He asked himself. Hiruma's gaze was aloof. He wasn't looking Agon in the eye, neither anyone else. He was aloof. In other words, Agon grinned, annoyed, he's staying out of it.

"Why do you hate Kurita so much?" Muashi asked Agon, finally getting somewhere. Hiruma looked. "He's never done anything to you. No matter where we are, what group gathering we're at, you still single Kurita out and only him, calling him a pig, and he's never said anything bad about it. Why?"

"Musashi…." Kurita tried to mumble. Agon didn't answer. He twiddled with his overalls. "The truth is, I… never hated Agon-kun. When I saw you and Hiruma together, how Hiruma smiled and laughed, I could hardly be angry, and only beside myself with joy as Hiruma-kun had finally found another friend," He smiled. "And it was Agon-kun. So, when you weren't getting along, those three long years, I was overjoyed when I heard Mamori say you two were getting along better than ever. I knew that Hiruma-kun and Agon-kun… shared something special, so when you two finally got along during the World Cup—"

"Oh, shut up," Agon squawked out, waving his hand. "Enough of this fluffy shit. I'm tired of you. I don't have much words to say to a pig, Kukuku. If anyone wants to come in, then that's fine—"

"Is Agon-san here?"

A knock came from the door. Two, at most, as two figures walked in. A man stood at the height of 6'1, entering the room with his partner, a man who stood at five two. Agon clenched his teeth. His eyes widened, looking at the duo.

"Nishishishi! I guess it is!" Panther laughed, holding his stomach. He wore an Marmot Ajax Down Jacket that was black and jeans, wearing Lebron Jame's X1's gamma blues. Agon tsked. Panther held pink flowers in his hands. They were pink roses. Sena stood next to him. He smiled bashfully.

"We'd thought we'd stop by," He rubbed the back of his head. "Since we were in the area and Mamori sent out group texts to everyone, saying Agon-san was allowed visitors."

"Huh?" Agon thought, amorally aloud to himself, low. Visitors? He looked outside his window pane. His eyes widened.

"Camera and news crews are everywhere," Sena explained, nervous. "It was hard getting up to your room and see you, since you are only allowed a certain amount of visitors." He bowed, rubbing the back of his head. "How do you do…? Ahahaha…"

"True!" Panther grinned, putting his arm around the hook of Sena's neck. "We couldn't even come up here at first, since we had to say we were here to see Agon, and they had to check the list! OMG, it's like you're some sort of VIP, man!" He laughed. "How sweet?"

"Fucking Shrimp…" Hiruma said, eyes glimmering. He looked at the two. Everyone had come to see Agon. He should've known. The Fucking Manager probably sent them to cheer him up. Him and Agon. Cheeky. Kekeke. He popped gum into his mouth, folding the wrapper down.

"Agon…" Unsui popped in suddenly, ducking his head in, breathing roughly. He had ran here. All the way from Kansai. His eyes widened. "I came here as soon as I could…! Your Onii-chan is here!"

Agon looked.

"Is there two Agon's, or is it just me?" Panther pointed his finger at Unsui, then Agon, shaking his head, poking his lips out. "Hmmm…"

"Unsui-kun!" Sena smiled, seeing his Captain.

"They're twins," Hiruma said, finally, chewing the tip of his bubble gum. "Right…?"

He looked at Unsui. Unsui started at him. He gulped. Hiruma grinned. An ominous aura filled the air with Hiruma towards Unsui's direction. A demon's laughter was heard.

"Hmm… Do they not get along?" Panther pondered, facing Sena. Sena shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. He stared at Hiruma.

Hiruma… he thought.

"The never spoke," he told him, confessing, "but, now…"

Unsui walked up to Agon's bedside, facing Hiruma. Hiruma didn't lose face. He continued to look at Unsui, eyes glazing, face not changing, grinning, as always. He hadn't lost his cool. Unsui carried a face that allowed his lip to fall into a deep frown, eyebrows furrowing deep, almost like Agon's.

"No matter which way you look at it," Musashi sighed, from the corner. "This'll end bad, for the both of us, unless they settle it now."

Unsui looked at him, fiercely. "Why did you hide Agon's transcripts?" He asked. "It could've benefited the doctors, it could've gotten him help, sooner. Why?"

"That fire in your eyes is nice," Hiruma smirked, grinning lazily. "Passion. Why don't you come over to Saikyoudai and figure it out?"

"Aahhhthis isn't good," Sena said to himself, rubbing the back of his head. "Think we should leave or…?"

"I know Agon couldn't speak for himself," Unsui said, clenching his fist. "And you were the only one that could speak on behalf of his medical health, and still… you hold back on his records. Why—!"

"Would you believe me if I said it was for the better?" Hiruma asked. "Or if I said it was for the best? Or him?"

"No." Unsui said.

"Then I won't tell you, otherwise," Hiruma shrugged. "Because you won't believe me. It doesn't matter, though. Look to the left, at your brother." He looked towards him. "He's standing, awake, isn't he?"

Unsui looked. Agon was awake, the straps no longer binding him to the bed. He wasn't crying. He was with… Hiruma. Agon didn't have a worried look on his face. He wasn't in fear. He wasn't hiding. Unsui smiled wearily. His brother was okay.

"Now do you believe me?" Hiruma asked, crossing his legs, gun lounging on his shoulder. "That I did it for the best?"

"Yes…!" Unsui grinned, eyes bright.

Hiruma leaned back on the bed, smirking to himself. Hiruma, Sena knew, didn't do anything without a purpose behind it, and him holding the medical files back from the nurses and doctors must've been for the greater good, as Agon was awake, out of his coma he'd subtly heard about.

That was the last Hiruma said to Unsui before laying flat on his back, folding his arms behind his head, blowing out a bubble of gum, teething on it seethingly.

"Is he okay?" Sena asked, smiling, grinning wide. "Agon-san?"

Agon tsked.

"He's okay," Hiruma grinned, looking at him. "Just being a baby. He's not used to having nakama care about him. Kekeke."

Agon threw his pillow at him.

"Did they say what was wrong?" Unsui asked.

"He just fell from a little dehydration," Hiruma lied. "Nothing too bothersome. Nothing you fucks should get your panties in a bunch over, either. You can go home, kekeke, and rest easy."
Hiruma-san seemed incredibly strong in these moments, Sena let himself know, grinning. It was like he didn't let his emotions show, for anybody!

Hiruma wasn't emotional.

Sena realized. He stopped smiling. He couldn't see tears on Hiruma's cheeks, or the faint red tip on his nose washing away with laughter. Hiruma wasn't crying, or hadn't been crying. Sena stopped. He remembered what Musashi told him during high school, the Hakushuu VS Deimon game.

Even though he won't show it, Hiruma's in pain. He told him. Watch him, please. I'm counting on you, Sena.

Sena looked up at Musashi. Musashi was staring at him, seeing Sena figure it out. It was very easy to get swept up in Hiruma's high-strung, laid-back attitude, even in the toughest of moments, but he knew… He wasn't wrong. Hiruma wasn't emotional. But, even this. His best friend had been in pain. Even this… Even this…!

It wasn't normal.

Hiruma held Agon's hand behind his crossed leg, limbs underneath the sheets. Agon looked at him. From the angle the trashes were staring at, they couldn't see as it was behind the fold of Agon's leg under the blanket. Hiruma looked at him. He slipped his fingers through Agon's hand, placing it into an open, limp formation. Hiruma stuck his finger through it, placing it in the hole, sliding it back and forth a couple times, lips parting. He wanted Agon to fuck him. Agon smirked. Hiruma slid his fingers in and out of Agon's makeshift hole, adding two, going in. Hiruma grinned. He wanted him to fuck him deep.

When they got home.

Agon smirked. Well, he wouldn't deny. He was concede. With Hiruma. Hiruma smirked. He removed his fingers from Agon. He got the message. He smiled. He sat up again, facing the group from the casual conversation they had with each other.

"You must know what's happened now, Hiruma." Musashi said suddenly, stopping the conversation Hiruma had pulled himself away from. Hiruma looked up. "Even you couldn't be as much out of the dust as us, with the game."

Everyone stared. Hiruma smirked. He purposefully tried to keep the information about the game out of Agon's ears, anything he heard about it. Saikyoudai Wizards VS. Takekura Construction Babels.

"What's the news?" Hiruma pondered. "Fucking Old Man?"

Hiruma chewed on a new stick of gum. He had sucked the flavor out of the last gum he chewed, and grabbed a new piece from his back pocket, sitting up.

"They allowed us to play another match," Musashi grinned smugly, crossing his arms. "As our own was halted. We didn't even play, remember?" Hiruma looked at Agon. Agon was listening. "They allowed us to play again, rescheduled two weeks from now. You ready?"

"Better be fucking prepared, Fucking Old Man." Hiruma chewed out. "We'll come with quick fire. Who knows what spell we'll put on you this time? Kekeke."

Hiruma laughed to himself loudly, after making a pun aloud to himself in his speech, cackling. He rolled on his back and kicked his legs, tears in his eyes.

"Hear that," Hiruma checked in, "Fucking Dread?"
"Yeah," Agon stretched his arm, feeling his bandages, then held his thumb down. "Wouldn't want to get hit by my wand, would you?" He looked at Hiruma, smirking. Hiruma laughed. He was making a pun about his dick. "Trash?"

"Somehow, I feel like this is between the two of them," Sena muttered, grinning wearily. "Hiii… Better get going. It's getting late."

Panther and Sena left with their goodbyes, setting down their pink roses addressed to Agon, Agon tsking when Sena tried to give him flowers, arching his lip, but Panther setting them down on the dresser, coming over Sena slightly, grinning ear to ear.

"It's better this way," he asked him, "Right, Agon?" He laughed to himself. "Nishishishi…!"

Agon turned his head. Hiruma smiled. His eyes glimmered, seeing Agon, as it was transitioning into late dawn, afternoon light catching Agon's eyes. They were amber underneath Agon's lenses, as he had put on his shades when more trashes entered. Hiruma got it. He didn't want trashes seeing that intimate side of him. He loved him.

Hiruma loved him, too.

His eyes shimmered blue. Hiruma watched Kurita, Musashi, and Unsui bond, laughing with each other in Agon's room, catching up on old times with each other. Agon didn't speak. Hiruma watched his lover grip his bedsheets, palming them, clenching his teeth. Agon slept mid conversation, leaning his head back, shouting—

"Ahhhhh!" He cried out, loud. "Just leave my room, already, you trash!" He eased into laughter, stretching, letting his arms flop down against the sheets. "Kukuku…"

"It's past his bedtime," Hiruma whispered to Musashi next to him, eyes growing wide. "Kekeke, he's tired. He just wants to go to sleep."

"I don't feel like talking to you trashes," Agon said to himself, head back on the pillows, staring at the ceiling. "You scum can get mopped up by the janitor when he comes in to clean my room, for all I care, kukuku…"

Hiruma smirked. Unsui's eyebrows fell, tired.

"Agon…" he said. He was sitting on a stool. "That wasn't nice…"

"Well, we'll spare you the trouble," Musashi leaned off of Agon's bed railing towards the end, near Hiruma, looking in Kurita's direction. "C'mon, Kurita. Let's go. Let's spare them the trouble of staying in the hospital." Musashi dug in his ear, looking away. "It's getting late."

"O-Okay," Kurita nodded. He looked in Hiruma and Agon's direction, bowing, grinning brightly to himself, standing up proudly, hands on hips. "We'll see you in the Rice Bowl," he declared. "And this time, we will defeat you, Hiruma-kun."

"...Sure, Fucking Fatty." Hiruma bit the end of the gum stick, grinning slightly. Unsui seemed fired up. Musashi looked at Hiruma in wonder. He wondered what Hiruma saw in Agon, what the demon saw in Agon to grow towards a man this close

"I'll wait outside." Musashi ducked his head out, moving. He thought about calling his girlfriend, telling her he'd be late coming home, as he left Kurita to speak to Hiruma, his first friend. He understood the connection held between Hiruma and Kurita. Kurita stayed with Hiruma, even though he, himself, left. He smirked.

The room was silent.

"W-Well, Agon-kun, I wish you… the best," Kurita smiled wearily. "I hope you feel better. I wish you luck, in your future matches. Farewell."

He smiled weakly, turning around. He began to walk away, towards the doorway Musashi stood on the outside of, smirking to himself, crossing his arms.

"Kurita… wait…!" A voice said, loud and clear.

Kurita turned around. It was Unsui. Everyone looked at him. Agon woke up. He wasn't sleeping. Unsui grabbed Kurita's wrist. He wore his football warmers underneath his jacket. He had been training. Kurita looked at him, astonished.

"Unsui-kun…" he said.

"Resolve this with my brother," Unsui said. "Please."

Hiruma looked at Agon. Agon looked at Hiruma. What'll he do, ehh? Hiruma wondered to himself, biting on the edge of his gumstick. Agon breathed through his nostrils. He hated Kurita. He hated Kurita because—

"Why do you hate Kurita so much," Unsui asked his brother, frowning. "Agon?"

Agon clenched his teeth.

"It's because he's jealous." A voice said, aloud. Everyone remained. The air was clear. It came from Hiruma. "It was because he was jealous of Kurita, being my friend. In his mind, he saw Kurita over him, in terms of friendship, and couldn't accept that. Me, being his only friend, was taken away by some fat pig named Kurita, seems about right?" He turned to Agon. "My Agonne?"

Hiruma gave him a look of care. He leaned over. Agon looked into his eyes, wide. Agon would never say it. Aloud. That he was jealous; of Kurita. He kissed him.

Unsui's and Kurita's eyes went wide.

Hiruma looked into his lover's eyes, kissing him, locking his lips with his, moaning. He caught himself. He pulled away from Agon.

"Seems about right," Hiruma looked down on him, "My Agonne?"
"Seems about right," Agon looked up at him. "My trash."

Unsui stared. Kurita's mouth hung open. Unsui had known the two were together, but he hadn't expected the two of them to be as open as this with one another, at least, in front of Kurita. Tears formed in Kurita's eyes. He cried.

Tears of joy.

"Yay~!" He cheered, reaching out to Hiruma, attempting to hug his body. Hiruma cursed, pulling away, grabbing his Super Shotgun Eagle II from behind his back, preparing to shoot Kurita. "I'm so happy! Hiruma and Agon, you've finally—" He broke into a sob. "You've finally gotten along!"

He wiped his tears as Hiruma shot rounds of bullets at his friend-now-foe's round belly, switching guns, turning to an MA41 Assault rifle, flipping it over his back.

Unsui seemed surprised. Agon, too. They both wore the same expression of bewilderment, looking almost the same at Hiruma's round friend cry tears of joy.

"Wait… Kurita," Unsui decided to expand upon. "You're happy that Agon and Hiruma… are together?"

Kurita wiped his cheek. "Well, yes." He explained. "I couldn't be more than happy, as Hiruma finally found somebody he could be with, and open… his heart up to." He smiled. "Right away, I knew that Agon and Hiruma's friendship shouldn't have been written off over something like… the past, as Agon was someone Hiruma could throw his head back and laugh with." He placed his hands on his hips, fierce. "What matters now is Agon-kun and Hiruma-kun get along well together, right? Let's all do our best at the Rice Bowl and fight hard!" He breathed through his nostrils, proud. "Right, Unsui-kun?"

Unsui looked at Kurita, smiling weakly. "Not sure I understand…" He muttered usefully to himself, rubbing his head. "But, yeah…"

Kurita began to walk away. Hiruma smirked. "You don't hate him, right?" Hiruma asked, looking in Agon's direction as Agon remained, eyes widened. "Kurita?"

"Never," Kurita shook his head. "I wish you well on your endeavors," Kurita bowed, again. "Agon and Hiruma-kun."

Hiruma smirked. Kurita walked out of the room, saying his farewells. It was around 8:00 pm in the night. Most of the paparazzi had left, but some still remained outside, to ask about Agon, their god of a Football player, as All-Stars came in and out of his room, mistified.

"He's fine." Kurita said, rubbing the back of his head, sweetly. "Ahahaha."

Unsui left around nine, talking to his brother, catching up. Agon didn't really talk. He more so listened, grinning to himself. Agon loved to hear his brother talk. It almost reminded him of a child, when they were little. Unsui smiled.

"Remember when we were little," Unsui said, eyes glittering, covering his mouth to laugh. "And I tried to climb the tree too fast and fell, hahaha!" He hugged his stomach and laughed. "And remember I tried to get the cat that was stuck in the tree, and I got stuck in there myself, and mom called the fireman, and you woke up from your nap and just kicked the tree, and caught the cat falling out of it." He stopped laughing. Agon snorted. "You didn't catch me when I fell out of it, though."

Agon smirked. "Though, you didn't want me to." Agon said, remembering. "You said you didn't want me to, doing it yourself."

"Did I? It was so long ago I can hardly remember." He smiled weakly, eyes dark. "We were children, then."

"When you jumped, you fell out the tree," Agon remembered, lightning fast, eyes wide, aloof. "Even though I said not to worry, Unko-chan, that I'd catch you."

"Right!" Unsui said, smashing his fist into his hand, getting the idea. "I do remember you saying that." He laughed. "I just didn't want my brother catching me."

The both of them laughed. Unsui said his farewells to Agon. After he left, he shut the door behind him. Agon leaned back against his pillows. It was late, at night. He felt tired. He felt Hiruma come onto him even more, shutting the lights off, hospital lights streaming through the blinded windows, machines blinking green.

"You can fuck me later," Hiruma moaned in his ear, sighing, "in the car, in the sheets, just do me, I don't care—"

"Didn't you trash stop learning to test me," Agon smirked, holding his waist. "Trash?" Hiruma pulled away, a smirk following his lips, as he laid over Agon. Agon held him. "You trash should just learn a little and take a seat, baby."

Hiruma looked at him.

"...I'm fine, alright?" Agon confessed, sudden, noticing that's what the devil wanted from him. "I'm here. Truth was, I… didn't want you to see me… Like this." Agon frowned. "I feel… the anesthetic in my neck. I can feel it going in my veins. I get vivid images of her everyday, but…" he sighed. "I'm with you, and it doesn't matter. We're winning this Rice Bowl, right, trash?"

Agon looked up at him. Hiruma raised his hands. He took the glasses from Agon's eyes. They were a deep blue. It'd been a while since he'd seen them on his own.

They reminded him of his own.

He set his glasses down to the side, on the desk. "I know," he said, gaze dark. "Just making sure. Kekeke. I don't need fuckers like you doing my routine checkups, Fucking Dread."

"It's okay to cry, Hiruma."

Tears fell from his eyes.

He sat up and sobbed silently into his hands sniffling, sucking his lip in. He cried into the back of his palms. He just wanted his Agon to be okay….!

"I'm okay," Agon promised. "Hiruma."

A look of care was in his eyes. They shifted to lime green, hospital lights reflecting off of them, looking Hiruma in the eye as he removed his palms from his face. Hiruma was going to use the excuse of Agon fucking him to make sure he was okay, and cry during it, but… he couldn't hold them back anymore. Tears. Agon could see it in him. His lover. His eyes.

They reflected blue.

Hiruma covered his eyes with a palm of his hand, clasping it over them. "You don't… understand… what I had to see them do to you…!" Hiruma cried out, silently, to himself. His voice was quiet, but could only be heard by Agon. "I had to see them shoot anesthetic… into your neck!" He pointed at him, lip stiff, tears in his eyes. "My Agonne!"

He pointed to himself. His eyes were wide, welling up with tears within them. He cried. Agon looked at him. He choked back some himself.

"Do they… do this to you every time?" Hiruma's voice was hoarse, asking him. "My Agonne?"

Agon went silent.

Hiruma hugged himself. "My daddy said to never go to doctors." He said, rocking himself, confessing to Agon, looking away. He was on his knees. "They said they would do bad things to me… and they hurt my Agonne…!"
Hiruma sobbed to himself, covering his face. He raked his claws through his hair, though his scalp, crying. His cries were heard. To Agon.

Agon reached up to him. He reached up to touch a very fragile Hiruma, wearing a velvet sweater, also blue. Agon breathed.

"I couldn't even touch… you…!" Hiruma confessed, in his panic, a sob heard. "I couldn't even touch… my Agonne. They kept me in here, to keep you calm, so when you woke up, you wouldn't be scared…!" He covered himself. "My Agonne… I was scared of not you… but of them…! What they would do to… me!"

He cried into Agon as his lover leaned forward to cradle him, blinking the wetness out of his eyes, seeing Hiruma. Hiruma wept into him, crying.

"They asked me for tests…!" Hiruma cried, mouth hung open, saliva dripping from it. "If I had ADHD… if I had… insomnia! If I wanted… to take any…!"
"Did you take any?" Agon asked him, voice soft. Bandages were still on his arms. They'd put them there since he'd torn out the IV's so much when he woke, to stop the bleeding.

"No…!" Hiruma cried into him. "I didn't…!"

"Then there's nothing to be afraid of," Agon wanted to tell him, but stopped. His gaze darkened. He spoke, again. "If… you want to take them," Agon said, "I'll be there… for you. I'll come with you, Hiruma, and take tests with you. So you… won't be… afraid, okay? I'll squash them flat, those fears within you."

"A-huh…" Hiruma nodded to himself, hearing him, eyes squinting, blotted with tears. His thumb nail was near his mouth as he sobbed into Agon, breath hitching. "You'll squash them… flat?"

"Yeah," Agon said. "I will."

"They won't… lay a hand on me?"

"Not unless you want them to."

"They won't touch me?"
"Not unless you want them to.

"You'll go… with me?"

Agon nodded.

Hiruma sobbed. He was scared. Of them. Doctors. "They asked… if I had trouble sleeping at night," Hiruma told him, "noticing I didn't sleep… at all… while you were… here! I told them no, but I do—! I do have trouble sleeping at night, when you're not there, with me…!"

"Will you go… get tested, if I'm there... with you?"

Hiruma nodded his head. He sobbed against Agon. Agon held Hiruma. He rubbed the small of his back. Hiruma fell asleep against him, crying, as his voice drifted off into whimpers, then stopped. He cried himself to sleep. Agon figured this out when the doctor walked in, and Hiruma was underneath his covers, Agon letting him sleep against him, doctor telling the duo they could leave the hospital, holding release forms.

Hiruma just needed to sign.

Hiruma woke, rubbing his eyes. He was still pale, from earlier, but, he grabbed a ballpoint pen and signed it, giving it to Agon, handing him to sign the forms. Agon could stay another night if he felt the need. He looked at Hiruma, resting against him. He signed the forms.

They were released.

Agon and Hiruma returned home around 11, riding the subway, entering the penthouse. Agon never meant for Hiruma to see him in such a state, at the mental hospital, but he knew Hiruma had to, as it opened his eyes, to a lot of things. When they got home, entering it, turning on one lamp as Agon undressed, dropping his bags, Hiruma called in prescription drug orders for refills, making the necessary movements possible, taking it over.

"...Are you okay?" Hiruma asked him, facing him near the counter, Agon in bed, already changed out of his clothing. Hiruma wore his formal white shirt. "My Agonne?"
His eyes sparkled, Agon noticed. He didn't say anything. He wasn't. He wasn't okay. Agon knew this within himself. Hiruma knew after Agon came back from such disastrous mental break downs, the ones he had previously, all in a row, he didn't talk at all, and could only hold "Yes" or "No" conversations. Him speaking with everybody was a big deal, especially to the extent he spoke to Unsui, as. He was at the point of breaking down. He was letting everyone know he was okay.

When he really wasn't.

"You want some coffee…?" Hiruma had asked him, pouring some into the filter. "My Agonne?"

Agonne shook his head. Hiruma laughed.

"You want me?" Hiruma asked him again, changing the question, grinning weakly.

Agon nodded.

Hiruma laughed again. He fixed him some black coffee before joining his lover in bed, putting the sheets over himself. Agon was already underneath them, naked. He laid on his side. He watched Hiruma. He sipped from his coffee.

"Want some?" Hiruma asked. He separated from his cup, grinning lavishly at Agon. "It's good."

He snapped his jaws at him. Agon smiled weakly.

Hiruma watched Agonne. He watched him drift in and out of his sleep. He sipped his coffee. Agon dozed off. Hiruma shut off the lamp beside him, watching his Agon.

Agon's eyes laid awake.

His Agonne was waiting on him to go to bed, Hiruma realized. It was hard, seeing him in this state. Saliva dripped from his mouth. He groaned softly. Hiruma watched him. He nodded.

"You can go to sleep, my Agonne…" Hiruma stiffened his lip, looking at him, setting his coffee down on the lamp desk. He turned off his lamp. "I'm going to sleep."

His lamp was on.

He slept next to Agon, facing him. The tears fell. He bit his lip, eyes furrowing, tears flowing into them. He cried into Agon, sobbing, weeping his heart out into his lover, as the dragon hugged him, wailing.

He hugged him back.

"It was so hard, my Agonne," Hiruma cried into him, sobbing hard. "I wouldn't wish this… on my worst enemy!"

Agon hugged him.

Agon was there, but not really there. He could feel Hiruma crying against him, but he couldn't find a reaction within himself, but to hug, as the empathy was gone. He didn't notice it, but, Hiruma did, as he knew this Agon could only accept "Yes" or "No," and not "pleas of pain."

He hugged him.

"You go through so much!" Hiruma cried, raking his claws through his hair. "And nobody… nobody understands!" He sobbed, hard, catching his breath. "My Agonne! My Agonne…! I love you, you have to get better, you hear me?!" He banged his balled fist against his chest, hitting him. "You must, you hear me?! You must get better… for I am the only man that has loved you as I did…. and you are the only man that has loved me as you did… You must get better for me! I can't bare to see you in pain!"

Agon listened.

He wept.