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"How'd you find it?"
The male turned to him, letting the door close on his own behind him. As quiet as the library was, his stride towards him was silent, each step as gentle as ever.
By 'it', he meant the two-hour exam the blue-haired male had just undergone. Kazuha expected worse, watching him mindlessly scroll through his phone: not a sweat near his expanse of a forehead. Or, maybe it was because he hadn't heard him enter yet.
"It was awful."
His relaxed posture immediately turned into a slouch, phone still in his palms, switched off to divert his attention onto him. Kazuha appreciated it.
"Well done, Kuni," he smiled, holding his fist up to him.
Scaramouche smiled in return, his lips tiredly pressing into a smile as his fist also balled up. It was cringey to him, of course, but he didn't have to move an ounce. Kazuha pushed his hand forward, slightly knocking his knuckles against his.
It really was all he needed.
And every time he needed it, Kazuha would never fail to deliver.
There would be days that Scara would spend all night studying or days where he simply couldn't pull himself out of his bed. Kazuha would be there, always.
"You've done it, see? Well done."
There was a time Scara had almost raged over being unable to organise his bed sheets. Kazuha held up the duvet cover. It was a little rough on the edges, but never the less comfy. He cracked a little smile at his efforts, softly punching his shoulder as he made his way around to fold it up for him.
This was all he needed to keep him going for even a little while longer.
Although...
At this moment, Scaramouche could only stare at his delicate face, which laid across his.
He felt weak, staring at the same smile plastered across those lifeless lips.
And as his palms enclosed around Kazuha's unmoving hands, his lips twitched, on the verge of bawling, crying out of frustration; he wasn't angry, no.
"Kuni," he whispered, voice echoed around the walls of his weak throat,"It'll be alright. I'll make it."
He wished his words were believable, especially whilst his heart was barely causing to make the monitor beep beside him.
"Did you do your bed today?" The platinum-haired male continued.
Scara dropped his head into a slow nod, although he never picked it back up, letting his bangs cover the tears brimming at his eyes. He only noticed Kazuha's fists when they managed to knock against his own, which were tangled around his arm.
"Well done."
Scaramouche picked up his hand to wipe at his eyes.
"Well done, Kuni. You did it without me," Kazuha sighed.
He'd have to do it by himself for a long time.