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Inumaki Toge was having a rough week. First, he had a solo mission that didn’t go as planned (read: higher ups lied about the level of curse), so he had to spend the next few days resting more than just this throat. Then, he got a text from his boyfriend that his laptop had finally breathed its last and now they couldn’t video call, and he couldn’t get a new one thanks to jujutsu society underpaying them.
So, he laid face-planted in his bed with a few wounds still aching and his throat still ripped to shreds. His phone chimed from his bedside table, he had half a mind to ignore it in favor of just going to bed, but it was probably from Yuuta so he peeled himself away from his sheets and unlocked his phone.
[yuuta<3] 11:36pm
Morning!
[yuuta<3] 11:36pm
well
[yuuta<3] 11:36pm
It's not morning there huh?
[toge] 11:37pm
Its almost midnight, so technically
[yuuta<3] 11:37pm
You alright?
Inumaki rolled his eyes to himself, of course The Yuuta Okkotsu could pick out his bad mood from just one text.
[toge] 11:39pm
Had a rough day :/
[yuuta<3] 11:39pm
:(
[yuuta<3] 11:39pm
Anything i can do to help?
Inumaki really didn't like putting his burdens on others, but he was feeling shitty enough to do so. Plus, he had made a promise to Yuuta when they got together that each of them could rely on each other.
[toge] 11:40pm
I know its not possible
[toge] 11:40pm
But seeing your face would help :( and hearing your voice :((
Inumaki sighed and threw his phone to the side, flopping back on his bed. He knows he shouldn’t shove stuff like that on Yuuta’s lap when he probably has more missions that day.
He ignored the insistent chiming of his phone and covered himself with the blanket.
Not even ten minutes later his bedroom door was being busted open, “Inumaki Toge I swear to god if you don’t answer your little boyfriend I’m gonna block him and delete his contact from my phone.” His classmate, Maki, fumed.
He loudly groaned, which turned into rough coughs, and waved his hand dismissively.
“Well, you heard him.” Maki said, talking to someone else.
He peaked out from under his blanket to eye her, he didn’t hear anyone else come to his room. She noticed his gaze and waved her phone in front of her.
His eyes were too bleary to see clearly, but he saw she was on a call with someone, he could hear a faint voice too, “—he ok?”
“As ok as a lovesick idiot can get,” she rolled her eyes, “Now answer your phone Toge, I’m not getting in the middle of this again.” She stormed out of the room with her phone to her ear.
Inumaki huffed and rolled over to retrieve his phone, sure enough it was blown up with messages from his boyfriend, and a missed call. He frowned, agitated at himself, and hit the call back button.
It rang once before he picked up, “Hey!”
And how Inumaki melted at the sound of his voice, he still wanted to pair it with his face, but that couldn’t be helped right now.
“..shake.” He responded hoarsely.
“Aw man, Maki did say you had a rough few missions, are you taking your throat medicine?” Yuuta inquired, his voice a little staticky from being halfway across the world.
Inumaki chuckled, “Mentaiko,”
“Yeah, yeah, call me whatever you want, I just want you to feel better.” He could hear the frown in his voice.
He hummed back, pulled himself from his bed and shuffled to his desk drawer, “Tuna tuna,” he shook the bottle in the speaker of the phone so Yuuta could hear it.
“Good! I’m glad you found a brand that works so fast for your throat.” He also heard the smile that formed on his face.
He sighed loudly enough for the other to hear and downed the bottle, making a disgruntled noise at the taste, “I guess at the expense of it working so well, it would taste pretty bad, huh?” Inumaki only made a noise of agreement.
The cursed speech user laid back down on his bed and let a couple of long minutes pass in comfortable silence before Yuuta spoke up, “So, I can't talk for very long–and I'm really sorry! I have quite the mission today, but I asked Miguel to give me some time off tonight and tomorrow so we can spend time together. I know it won't be the same without my laptop…but I want you to feel better.” Yuuta tripped over some of his words from talking so fast.
Inumaki laughed at him while he processed the information, it would be hard to line up their schedules again to talk, but he would live if he lost one night of sleep, he had the next few days off anyways.
“Shake.” he finally ended up saying, agreeing with Yuuta.
Yuuta laughed (the laugh that made Inumaki feel all warm inside), “Ok! I’ll call you later then, at 7p.m. your time?”
Inumaki thought it over, it would be about 3a.m. his time, he would feel bad keeping him up, “Takana?”
“Don’t worry about it! I’ll make sure to have some midnight coffee and you could tell me all about your woes,” Yuuta bargained.
Inumaki wished Yuuta could see how hard he was rolling his eyes at him. He ended up reluctantly agreeing with Yuuta and bid him a good day when he heard Miguel yell at him in the background for being late.
He contemplated sleeping tonight, since he wasn't the one sacrificing his sleep schedule this time, but ended up falling asleep fifteen minutes later when he promised himself he was only resting his eyes.
He woke up to Maki bursting into his room again, “I don’t care if you get these days off, I won’t let you sleep 'til 3p.m.”
Inumaki groaned into his pillow and burrowed further into his blanket, “C’mon, I heard Yuuta is getting time off too, to hang out with you,” she said with mock disgust, “You should be wide awake for it.”
She walked over to the blinds on the window and ripped them open, letting early afternoon light spill into the room. Inumaki huffed and peaked out from his blanket, he met her eyes and held up seven fingers, “At seven? You still shouldn’t sleep that long,” She shook her head and placed her hands on her hips.
The boy flopped back down onto his pillows, he could hear her sigh, “I know you're having a bad week, but you shouldn’t wallow in it. Yuuta would say the same.”
Inumaki glared at her from the edge of his blanket. He knew she was right, but he didn’t want to admit it.
“Well, I’ve got training to do, go make yourself something to eat before your big date.” She teased as she walked out the door.
He almost threw a pillow at her as she left, but she was too quick.
A couple minutes later he acquiesced and pulled himself from bed to make some food, maybe they had left over onigiri.
After a long harrowing day (which consisted of moving from the rec room and his bedroom doing nothing), he finally rested in his room awaiting a call from his boyfriend.
It was nearly 7:30 p.m now and still no call.
He wasn’t getting antsy, he swears.
He stopped pacing his room when his specific ringtone he set for Yuuta went off. He dove into his bed to answer the call immediately, he was greeted with a laugh, “Hey! How was your day?”
He noted that Yuuta sounded tired as he responded in a bored tone, “Yeah, I guess there’s not much to do on rest days when all your other friends have missions, huh? I just wish I was there…” he trailed off.
“..okaka…” Inumaki agreed solemnly.
“It’s ok, I just know we’ll see eachother again soon, I’m getting close to finishing my work here! Maybe I can come home soon.” Yuuta tried cheering him up.
Home…Yuuta had described them as home, if he teared up at that, it’s only for him and his pillows to know.
“I really hope I can get a new laptop soon too…I’ve been begging Miguel for one, but he says I shouldn’t waste my money on it…he just doesn’t get love!” Yuuta exclaimed.
Inumaki laughed before he could get sad at the fact that Yuuta was trying to spend all his money on him.
The two devolved into small conversations from then on, Yuuta telling him stories about the unique but strong curses that are so different from Japan’s and Inumaki complaining about Maki’s training regimen (the special grade admitted to not missing that).
This was like any other night they would video chat, but without the video. It made Inumaki incredibly happy to hear his voice, he just wished he could see him as well.
As he got lost in thought about the last time he saw him (broader shoulders, longer parted hair, and he’s pretty sure the other is about a foot taller than him now), he heard a small noise coming from the call.
He looked down questioningly at his phone, only now noticing the time, 10 p.m.
Which would make it 5 a.m for Yuuta. He brought his phone, where it lay in his pillow on speaker, up to his ear to listen closer.
Yuuta was snoring.
Inumaki chuckled lightly to himself, wishing he could see his face.
“Goodnight, Yuuta.”