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Miya is with Reki at the hospital when Langa finally wakes up from his surgery. The steady beep of the heart monitor is the only sound in the room besides Miya’s fingers tapping away at his phone, and the faint noises of people moving in the corridors outside of the room is muted by the door. Both of them look at the monitor when Langa’s heart rate suddenly increases, indicating that he’s starting to surface from his unconscious state.
Reki jumps to his feet the moment Langa groans and blinks his eyes open, dazed and confused. “Langa!” the redhead says, relieved. “You’re finally awake!”
Langa stares dully at the ceiling, then turns to look at Reki’s beaming face. “Where ‘m I?” he whispers hoarsely.
“You’re in the hospital. Do you remember what happened?”
The blue-haired man’s eyes go unfocused as he says feebly, “No…”
Miya frowns as he trots over to the other side of Langa’s bed. “Oi, do you even know who we are?” he demands, putting his hands on his hips. Usually Langa will have a particular look in his eyes whenever he sees Reki (the correct term is ‘lovesick’, but Miya prefers to think of it as ‘disgustingly hopeless’), but right now, Langa had just looked at Reki with zero recognition. That’s unusual.
“Miya, don’t be so hard on him—” Reki starts to chide him, but the younger boy ignores him in favor of staring holes at the blue-haired idiot on the bed.
Langa wets his lips, and slowly shakes his head. “No, I don’t,” he murmurs.
Reki looks like a kicked puppy when he adopts that stupid hangdog expression and asks sadly, “You don’t know who I am?”
Langa clearly looks desperate to come up with an answer so that Reki will stop being sad, but all he manages to blurt out is, “I don’t, but you're the prettiest guy I’ve ever seen and I would definitely like to get to know you!”
Silence.
Miya is torn between gagging and laughing his damn ass off at the wide-eyed look on Reki’s face as he turns red enough to match his hair. Reki half-sputters, half-chokes, “A-are you being serious right now?”
Langa nods eagerly, his turquoise eyes shining, “You’re exquisite! Like… like one of those paintings that they hang in a gallery for people to stare at.” He pauses, adopting an expression of wonder. “Or maybe something’s just wrong with my eyes, because I can’t seem to take them off of you.”
UGH. Miya can’t believe what he’s hearing right now. What the hell kind of drugs is Langa even on right now? He’s glad the other skater woke up, but now he’s starting to wish that Langa had decided to wake up when Miya was decidedly not present to witness these gay disasters flirting (badly).
“Oh my god!” Reki wheezes, clapping a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing too loudly. “That was terrible!”
The bedridden man beams. “See, I knew you looked better when you’re happy,” he says, wiggling under the covers. “I’d certainly like to know the name of such a beautiful man.”
Nope, nope, nope. Miya came here to make sure Langa is still alive and breathing, not to watch one of his friends unknowingly flirt with his boyfriend while still high on anesthetic and apparently amnesiac. He surreptitiously sequesters himself in the corner of the room and furiously types something into his phone.
[Mi-nya]
SOS
someone save me from this hell
[J-OHHH]
Oh did Langa wake up?
[not your mama]
Is Reki there with you?
[Mi-nya]
yeah slime #1 is here and slime #2 is awake
and they’re being gross
AGAIN
[dollar store joker]
they’re teenagers!
let ‘em be
[Mi-nya]
SLIME #2 DOESNT EVEN RMEMBER HIM
[not your mama]
He lost his memory?
[J-OHHH]
ohoho? Do tell ;)
[not your mama]
Shut up
No one wants to listen to a thirsty gorilla
[J-OHHH]
Make me, you Hot Topic reject
[dollar store joker]
can u guys stop flirting for 1 sec
SOME of us r still SINGLE
[not your mama]
Maybe you should grow a pair and ask your sweetheart out already
Unlike someone I could name
[J-OHHH]
HEY
[Mi-nya]
why am I friends with you losers
just
LISTEN TO THIS BS
Miya starts recording a video, capturing Langa’s unabashed flirting and Reki’s incredibly flattered, but also very embarrassed face.
“So your name is Reki?” Langa says, looking utterly besotted.
“Yep. And you’re Langa,” Reki confirms with a smile.
Langa appears to ponder this small bit of information with the same concentration as one pondering the deepest mysteries of the universe. His eyes go half-lidded and he gives Reki a dopey little grin. “Well, you can wreck me anytime,” he says dreamily.
Miya’s entire body shudders, making the camera shake. Meanwhile Reki chokes on his own spit and falls back into the hospital chair, blushing so hard that his face could rival a tomato. “L-Langa! Don’t say that so casually!” he sputters, covering his face with his hands.
“But you’re so cute. Don’t you understand that you’ve stolen my heart?”
“Langa!”
Miya ends the recording and sends it to the group chat.
[Mi-nya]
JUST LOOK AT THEM
UGH UGH UGH
MY EYES
[dollar store joker]
idk that’s actually pretty cute
‘sides we all know they’re in love anyway
[J-OHHH]
Wowww look at how smooth our boy is when he’s doped up on drugs
Brings a tear to my eye
Kaoru, our son is growing up!
[not your mama]
WE’RE NOT HIS PARENTS
But yes, I’m glad he’s feeling better
[Mi-nya]
traitors all of you
He looks up as Reki starts speaking again, this time lacing their fingers gently together, “I know I’ve got your heart, Langa. ‘Cause you know, you’re my boyfriend and all.”
Langa stares at him. “Boyfriend?” he echoes, adorably confused for a split second, then he lights up faster than a Christmas tree and he repeats, “I’m your boyfriend?”
Reki laughs, “Yes, you are!”
“Does that mean that you are my boyfriend?” Langa says out loud in awe.
“Yes, I am!”
Langa squeezes their fingers together and brings their joined hands up to his cheek. “My boyfriend is the most perfect human being in the world,” he announces to the room, nuzzling against the back of Reki’s hand. He giggles, a breathy little noise that rings out in the quiet room. “Hey, hey, did you know?” Langa whispers loudly, cupping his other hand around his mouth. “Infinity means forever.”
“Oh my god,” Reki laughs again. “Who knew you'd turn into such a sap when you get loopy on the good drugs?”
Langa pouts, like a baby kitten with its fur all fluffed out. “I’d be on the good drugs any day if it meant that you’d take care of me, darling,” he says, his eyes never leaving Reki’s. He wiggles again, like he’s trying to sit up, but he doesn’t have enough energy to do it so soon after the operation and just gives up. He whines, then coughs a little bit.
“Oh, do you want some water?” Reki lets go of Langa’s hand and the blue-haired man immediately looks sad at the loss of contact. Miya grimaces.
[Mi-nya]
he’s so whipped
[dollar store joker]
so r u if ur still there with them
[Mi-nya]
!!!!!
SHUT UP OLD MAN
NBD ASKED YOU
[dollar store joker]
IM ONLY 25 U BRAT!!
[J-OHHH]
Now now kids
Play nice
When Langa gets out we can all party at my place!
[not your mama]
Get ready to feed the bottomless stomach
[J-OHHH]
No sweat!
But you’re helping me okay
[not your mama]
What, can’t do it yourself?
Lame
[J-OHHH]
You wanna go??
[Mi-nya]
I’m surrounded by gay disasters
DON’T GET ME INVOLVED
[dollar store joker]
too late!
Miya clicks his tongue in annoyance and shoves his phone into his pocket.
Reki gets Langa the glass of water, but as he’s about to hand it over, Langa grabs his wrist and looks up at him with adoring eyes. “Feed me?” he says hopefully.
“It’s just water, Langa,” Reki replies, looking nonplussed.
“I want a beautiful man to give me water.”
“I am giving you water.”
Langa just looks at him pitifully. Reki sighs and shakes his head, but he’s smiling as he puts the glass of water down to help Langa sit up. The blue-haired man practically clings on to Reki the whole time, looking like the world’s most lovestruck idiot. Disgusting, but good for them, Miya thinks as he presses the button to call the nurse and let them know that Langa’s awake. Langa’s nurse steps into the room as Reki tilts the glass towards Langa’s lips, carefully making sure not to pour it too fast or his boyfriend will choke.
As the nurse examines Langa and then pulls Reki to the side to go over the information that’s written on the chart, Miya scoots closer to the other skater, who’s still ogling Reki from his bed like he’s a piece of meat that he wants to devour.
“Oi,” he says quietly, not quite capturing Langa’s full attention, but he can tell the other is listening, “I’m glad that you’re okay. You really freaked Reki out when your appendix ruptured during one of your races.”
Langa hums absently, “I’ll be more careful next time.”
MIya looks askew at him, “Wait, you remember now?”
“Not at all, but I’d hate to see such a pretty boy crying over me if I got injured!” Langa replies brightly. Miya wants to smack him over the head to get some other reaction out of him instead of all this gross mooning.
“Ugh, whatever! Do what you want.” Miya throws his hands up and stalks back into the corner, pulling his phone back out of his pocket.
Reki finishes speaking with the nurse and goes back over to his boyfriend. “Hey, so the nurse said that you can be discharged by tomorrow as long as no complications come up. I have to go to work, so I’ll see you later, okay?”
Langa’s bottom lip wobbles. “You’re leaving me?”
“I said I’ll be back later, you big baby,” Reki sighs, bopping him on the nose.
“Nooo,” Langa whines, wrapping his arms around Reki’s waist.
Reki exhales, a hopelessly-fond smile playing over his lips. He leans down and kisses Langa on the forehead, which makes the blue-haired man slacken his arms in surprise. “You should rest, Langa. I won’t be gone for long,” he says, stepping out of Langa’s reach. The other skater doesn’t even react beyond giving Reki a dazed grin. “Be good for me, alright?”
“Okay,” Langa agrees, utterly smitten.
Reki waves as he walks out the door and Langa waves back.
Once the redhead is gone, Langa turns and looks at Miya in wonder. “Wow. I have such an amazing boyfriend. How did I manage that?” he asks aloud. Miya can practically see the lovesick vibes radiating off of him.
“Ask yourself that when you remember,” the younger skater scoffs, leaving the room. He mutters under his breath when he tosses a last glance over his shoulder to see Langa staring dopily into space, little pink flowers blooming over his head, “He’s asked me the same thing before, too. Guess you slimes really are perfect for each other.”