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Suga’s POV
I sat at the kitchen table with my grandma, a comfortable silence residing in the air as we snacked on coffee jelly. Her own homemade recipe, it’s been my favorite thing that she makes ever since I was a kid.
I was about to take another bite of the stuff when I felt my phone begin to vibrate in my pocket. Slightly annoyed that i had just been jelly-blocked, I checked the caller ID, it was from Tooru. That was weird, normally this late at night he just texts me.
“Excuse me, I’ll be right back,” I quickly shoved another small bite of the dessert into my mouth and walked into the other room to take the call. “Hello?”
“H-hey, um, I know it’s late, but, um, do you think you could- maybe like- come over, or, um, s-something?” His voice shook, and I could tell he was struggling to get the words out.
“Yeah, but what’s going on?” I asked. I couldn’t even attempt to hide the concern that laced my voice.
“M-my parents-“ a crash could be heard from somewhere in the house, making me flinch out of pure instinct. “Well, you get the idea.”
“Of course, yeah,” I said. “I’ll be over as soon as I can.”
“Ok,” He ended the call.
I walked back into the kitchen and grabbed the keys off of the counter.
“Hey Gran, I’m sorry it’s short notice, but would you be ok with me going to Asahi’s for the night?,” I asked, trying to seem casual. I had never been the best liar, but it was worth a shot.
“Of course, just as soon as you tell me where you’re really going,” She flashed me a quick side grin as she brought our two dishes to the sink to begin cleaning them. I sighed.
“Ok, I’m going to Tooru’s. His parents are, y’know…” I hinted.
“Oh, that poor thing. Here, take this for him,” She went into the fridge and pulled out a small container of food.
“Thank you, Gran, but that window is hard enough to climb in to as is,” we both laughed.
“That’s fair. Alright, get on now, don’t need to keep him waiting any longer. Send my condolences,” She put the container back in the fridge.
“I will Gran, love you,” I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before slipping my sneakers on and leaving, practically running out to the car.
Turning the ancient thing on, I made sure to have one hand on the volume knob, just in case. Sure enough, as soon as the car started, loud music began playing. I turned down the volume quickly, grateful I had thought ahead. I pulled out of the driveway, turning my high-beams on and driving into the night.
10 minutes later
As I went to turn onto Tooru’s street, I turned off my headlights -not the safest move, I know, but the street lamps were usually bright enough on his street- and reduced my speed.
I counted the houses on the left side of the road, looking for Toorus’s. You’d think considering how long we’ve been hanging out with each other that I would know exactly which one his was, but nope. I found it, the 5th one from the corner, and turned in slowly, turning off the engine almost immediately after putting the car in park.
I wrapped the key lanyard around my wrist and made sure the doors were locked before ever so carefully closing the car door, as to not make any noise. I made my way over to the front of the driveway, where Toorus’s car was.
I positioned my foot on the little ledge thing near the bottom of the car, hoisting myself up onto the top. From there, I was able to reach the lower section of the roof overhang and climb up, a practice I had become familiar with over the years. I walked slowly, keeping my steps light and walking over to the window that I knew opened into his bedroom. It was already slightly ajar, just enough for me to be able to push it open all the way.
I climbed into the room and looked to my right to see Tooru, sat in the far corner of his bed, his head in his knees and his forearms pressed tightly to the side of his head, his hands connecting at the back of his scalp. I didn’t blame him, I could hear the arguing from here. It was subtle, especially in the near darkness, but you could faintly see his body quivering.
“Tooru?” I whispered, moving closer to his bed. He looked up at me, and even though the room was only lit by a small lamp in the opposite corner, I could see the tear tracks that had stained his face.
“Oh, um, hey,” he used the back of his hand to wipe his eyes.
“Oh, honey…” I sat next to him on his bed, wrapping my arms around him in a tight embrace. He wasn’t hesitant to return the favor, burying his head into the crook of my neck.
His body racked with sobs muffled by my shoulder as I used one hand to rub circles into his back with my thumb, the other softly running my fingers through the strands of his hair. Another crash was heard, making both of us flinch again.
“How long has this been going on?” I asked, as Tooru slowly pulled away and wiped off his eyes again. I released my arms from around him, but kept a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“I dont know, ‘couple hours, I guess,” he sniffed.
“Hours? Honey, why didn’t you call me sooner?” I pulled him back into the hug.
“I don’t know,” he muttered into my shoulder.
“Baby, I know how you are with asking for help, but I want you to feel like you can call me when these types of things happen. I promise you, and unless it is literally physically impossible for me to do so, I’ll be there, ok? I love you so much, and I never want you to have to go through so much pain alone,” I planted a gentle kiss on the top of his head. I felt him nod before he slowly sat up, resting his forehead against mine.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Our lips connected in a gentle kiss. It was the kind where it wasn’t rushed or aggressive, yet still full of passion and love. It was just what we both needed, something soft, something slow. I felt his hand begin to play with the loose strands of hair that rested on my neck, only for it to be quickly jerked away when we heard the door downstairs slam, and the arguing stop.
“What was that?” Tooru asked. We shared a glance, confused.
“I think it may be over,” I suggested. We listened for a few more minutes just in case, but heard nothing besides a car engine being started and eventually, the sound fading as the car presumably drove off.
“I wonder who that was… this has never happened before,” Tooru suggested attempting to look out the window, presumably to see who’s car would be gone. I stopped him though, holding out a hand to his chest. He tilted his head when he looked at me, perplexed.
“I think it might be better if you don’t, Tooru, for your own sake. You’ve already been through a lot tonight, I mean, I don’t think one of their fights has ever lasted this long,” Tooru sat back down on the bed where he previously was, giving an almost, I’m not even sure, maybe shameful nod. “Come on, I think you need some sleep,” I cupped his right cheek in my hand and pressed another soft kiss to his forehead before lightly running my hand through his hair once and standing up off of his bed. I made my way over to his closet, looking for something that I might have left here last time I slept over. Though yes, my t-shirt would be perfectly fine to wear, his room did tend to get cold at night.
“Don’t worry about finding something, just take this,” Tooru said, and I turned to face the boy. He had already began to get comfortable under the duvet on his bed, legs covered by the heavy blanket, but his torso was exposed as he held out the light blue hoodie he was previously wearing in one hand. I’ll admit, I did let my eyes wander a bit… the way his arm muscles flexed oh so slightly when he held the sweater out, his not too prominent yet still noticeable abs-
“Well come on Koushi, I know I’m attractive, but you can’t stare at me all night,” Tooru’s smug voice interrupted my thoughts. A smug grin painted his face, while I felt the heat rush up to mine.
“Whatever,” I mumbled, snatching the sweater out of his hand and pulling it on. I turned to look at myself in the mirror, observing how I was practically swimming in the thing. The sleeves nearly covered the entirety of my hands, and the hem of my shorts just barely peeked out from under the large sweatshirt. I heard Tooru yawn again, and turned back around.
I took a look at the boy, who was practically falling asleep sitting up. His chin rested on one of his hands that was being supported by his knee, and his eyes were slowly shutting. I couldn’t help but let out a fond laugh as I climbed under the covers, scooting over next to Tooru. He took that as a cue to get comfortable too, laying down and holding his arm out to the side, making room for me. I rolled to my side and lay my head on his chest and resting a flat hand on his chest, his arm wrapping warmly around me. I felt his lips press softly to my temple.
“Thank you, my love. For everything, not just tonight. I don’t know how, or why, but you’re so good to me,” he whispered. I turned my head up to face him, my chin resting on his chest.
“Because I know you’d do the same for me. That what people do when they love each other, right? They take care of each other,” I explained. I felt his chest tighten up as he buried his face into my hair.
“Why do you have to be so damn cute all the time?” He groaned. I just giggled. “I love you too, Kou.”
“Get some rest, Tooru.”
Just a few minutes later, his breathing had already slowed and I could hear the faintest of snores coming from the taller boy. I looked up at him, admiring him for a second. The sharpe curve of his jaw, the way his hair was so messy yet still seemed so perfect, the way there was just the smallest amount of drool coming from the corner of his mouth, but it wasn’t gross. But most of all, the way his arms felt around me. The way they tightened or moved every time he shifted in his sleep, the sound of his heartbeat against my ear, the fact that even though I was the one here to comfort him, I felt so safe, so at home in his arms. I glanced a soft kiss against he corner of his jaw before burying my face back in his chest, soon finding myself sleeping just as well as he was.