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The fabric twists around my leg slowly. It’s pulled around tightly, traveling to cover my wound with care. I watch Tobio’s hands move tentatively. It’s sweet, it is. His actions make me feel loved and cared for.
But a hint of me feels bad. The muffled noises of the illumination studio play through our apartment, as well as the smell of popcorn that I came downstairs for. We were supposed to be upstairs, watching a movie that took me hours to convince him to watch. All I had to do was get the popcorn that was still in the microwave.
"Is this good?" I heard him say, and my direction shifted to him, looking up at me. I nod, "mhm" he finishes wrapping the fabric around my lower knee area. I watch him as guilt spills into me. This was such an inconvenience— a waste of time. He comes back up to face me. I don't make eye contact with him as he does.
"Are you ok?" he asks me. I nod, not looking up. I'm an idiot. He has so much on his mind and now has me to take care of. I should have been more careful—I should have been less careless. God, I'm a fucking moron— He raises my head, "Talk to me please." I responded, "I'm ok," trying to dismiss him. "You aren't acting like it." He holds my face near his.
I let out a breath. Just tell him, tell him. "I just feel small," I stutter. "—I wanted to give you one night. Just a night where we relax because you have so much to do. You have upcoming games and you’re under so much pressure, and I just-" I take a deep breath in. "I feel like I messed up everything and I'm frustrated."
I look up at him and see his face tinted pink. He sighs. He drops his hand from my face and down to my waist, as well as his other hand that was on the counter. I felt my body lifting. "Tobio," he carefully carries me up the stairs.
He kneels on the bed, placing me on the bed carefully. He puts a blanket on me. As soon as he looks like he's getting into the bed, he stops. He goes back downstairs, the lights following him. I look at our TV playing the Minions, but I don't fully pay attention. I hear the fridge open and close. I also hear the closing of the microwave and a bowl being placed on the counter. A few seconds go by, and I see a glimpse of his black hair from the stairs, and I watch as he carefully ascends from the stairs.
He appears in the doorframe, holding a bowl of popcorn and an ice pack. He puts the popcorn on his nightstand. He then dips it into the covers. He pulls me up to his chest and manhandles me until I relax. He grabs a small pillow and puts it under my leg. He keeps me close to him. I watch his actions slowly as he places the ice pack on my leg.
I feel him stretch over and the popcorn bowl is placed in between my legs. His hand goes up to my hair, letting me relax on his chest more. His breaths are steady, I can barely hear his heartbeat. "I'm your boyfriend. I'm supposed to take care of you, my love." He softly kisses the top of my head.
My body warms, as I press my head into his chest. I relaxed and finally understood him. He wraps his arms around my waist. I react softly, drowning in his touch. I gently placed my hand on his hand, rubbing small lines up and down his outer palm. I forgot that the movie is even playing.