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“Dammit, you idiot, tell me what’s wrong!” Ryuuji looked at his befallen with worry. Ever since last night, Rin Okumura has been absolutely despondent. It was worrying everyone, including the headmaster. Although not many actually know that. Right now, Ryuuji Suguro was trying to get him to talk to him about how he felt. He sighed when he only got a glance to the side as an answer.
“You’re always bottling things up and never ask anyone for help; seriously you moron let us help you for once. Just tell me what’s wrong.” He asked. Rin sighed and pointed to a bench before sitting on it. Ryuuji followed.
“I’m afraid.” He answered simply. Ryuuji was a little taken aback by how blunt he was. “I’m afraid about what they’ll do to me once they find out.” He whispered. Ryuuji put a hand on Rin’s shoulder.
“It’ll be okay, Rin. I promise that you won’t have to worry about them. You got me and the others to watch your back for you.” He explained. He smirked at Rin, who looked up at him and smiled dimly.
“Thanks. But I’m not sure you guys will be able to help with this one. It’s gonna cause a hell of a debate amongst a lot of exorcists. Not to mention the fact the Gregory is nothing but a bunch of old people that I’m more than sure are extremely old fashioned.” Rin sighed defeatedly. “This is gonna suck so much.”
“None of that will matter because I promise to protect you from all of that raging bullshit if it’s the last thing I do.” Ryuuji huffed and crossed his arms, a determined look stuck to his features. Rin looked at him for a moment, cheeks pink before laughing at him. Ryuuji gave him a weird look.
“Ah man Suguro! You’re so intense it’s hilarious.” He laughed and doubled over slightly, holding onto his stomach. Ryuuji just smiled.
“Yeah I thought you’d find it funny, you dork.” He chuckled. Rin stuck his tongue out at him and Ryuuji just rolled his eyes.
Rin sighed and leaned back on the bench. He looked up at the bright sunny sky and listened to the chatter of the students that were a ways away from them. He kicked at the ground before sighing again.
“It’ll be alright Rin.” The demon teen looked up at Ryuuji. “I promise you that.” With those words, the taller teen leaned down and gave Rin a peck on the lips before gathering his things and leaving quickly with a tushed good bye. Rin pursed his lips, face red.
“Yeah. I’m sure it will be.” He smiled, his cheeks settling on a soft pink as the other teen left the scene.
Yukio was an absolute mess. He couldn’t stop thinking the worse about telling the Vatican, the fucking Vatican, about his brother’s condition. They could choose to execute him on the grounds of him being too unstable because of his dysphoria, or because of some excuse in the bible, or even because of a really weak argument. It was nerve wracking.
Shura has been trying her best to make the idiot understand that Rin is too important to have killed over that and she could make a solid case for it if need be. It didn’t help much. She sighed as she watched him fidget in his seat, trying to get some papers graded from his different classes. He was nothing but a bundle of tightly wound nerves that could spring at any moment.
“You’re being ridiculous.” She said to him. “He's going to be fine, you know we won’t let anything happen to him.” She was so close to beating that information into her friend’s thick head. He stopped writing and looked at Shura. His eyes were tired.
“What if it’s not enough?” He questioned. It hung in the air like it was a rotting seal carcass in Finland. Shura scowled at the question and stood up from her seat on a desk in the classroom. She walked over to Yukio and grabbed him by the collar.
“It will be now stop you’re goddamned worrying!” She growled at him. He just felt unsure. If he lost Rin he wouldn’t know what to do. He sighed and pushed Shura away, looking down at the ungraded papers on his desk.
“It’s not that simple.” He muttered.
“I know it’s hard Yukio but you have to calm down. Worrying is doing no one any favors.” She told him. He nodded and went back to grading. He was still worried, he just wasn’t showing it.
“Maybe they’ll be even more protective of him, you know how the Vatican feels about feminine virtues.” She mused. Yukio scowled.
“Except Rin is a boy, Shura.” He warned her. Shura pursed her lips and nodded.
“Yeah, he really is.”
When it was time to take the case to the Vatican, Rin was on the verge of tears. It took a lot of calming from Konekomaru to make it so that Rin was somewhat presentable for the Grigori. By the time they got to the place, Rin’s nerves were so frayed that his hold on Konekomaru’s hand was similar to a vise grip than anything else.
“Calm down Rin!” The bald monk pleaded, his hand throbbing from the cut off circulation. “You’ll be fine, we’ll be with you every step of the way.” He reassured the halfling.
Rin was still shaking with anticipation and fear. Of all the things he’s ever been afraid of, it’s the knowledge of knowing that he can be killed just for who he was that scared him relentlessly. He remembers reading headlines of teens that killed themselves or were killed by others just for being transgender and it horrified him to no end. Now he was going to have to come out to the biggest group of bigots on the planet. Lord save him.
He felt pressure on his shoulder. He turned around and saw Kamiki standing there, eyes full of understanding for him. “It’s okay.” She muttered. “We’re here for you.” She gave him a bright smile, something he’s never really seen from her.
He smiled right back at her and let go of his friend’s hand in favour of hugging his other friend. “Thank you.” He said. She just sighed and hugged him back. What a goofball.
With the people he cares about at his side, he looked upon the burning golden door to the court room of the Grigori and pushed them open. He’d be fine.