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Well, that was a trainwreck.
This was Tomura’s first coherent thought when he woke up. Safe to say, he did not particularly enjoy his first outing with his “new and improved” body.
His thoughts then drifted to the softness of the bed he was tucked into, a hodgepodge of pillows and blankets that were clearly stolen from each room of… whatever house he was currently in. A closer look at the wallpaper and what little he could see through the doorway helped Tomura recognize the place: the old CRC base the league had raided all those months ago. Ah, memories.
Compared to figuring out where exactly he was, it was much easier to tell who assembled the cozy set up, as Spinner’s scarf was one of the items woven in among the quilts. And as if summoned by Tomura’s thoughts of the scaled swordsman, Spinner himself walked in and approached the bed with a glass of water.
“I’m back,” he muttered, his eyes glazed over in weariness, “Let’s see if you can drink some water yeah?”
Yeah, I’d very much like my throat to not be dry anymore.
Spinner raised the drink to Tomura’s lips and he had his fill, sighing in relief as his throat became less and less parched.
“You know, it’s been a week and I still can’t believe your master pulled that stunt with your body. I was starting to think he was never gonna give you back the controller. Calling what he did a ‘pro gamer move’ is really underselling it.”
You said it. That wasn’t very cash money of him. Probably gonna throw hands next time I see him.
“Hell, even after he was done doing… whatever he was doing,” Spinner continued, his voice picking up in volume and frustration, “He still took so much of a toll on you that you’ve been completely wiped out since he left. It’s not fair, when are you gonna catch a damn break?!”
He paused, and his eyes became hazy once more, “Ah, sorry, I’m rambling again. Though, it’s not like you can really hear me though, so I guess it’s fine.”
But I like hearing you ramble- wait… he doesn’t know I’m awake does he? Spinner you dweeb snap out of it!
“Whatever, let’s get you settled again,” Spinner sighed as he proceeded to fluff up the pillows and tug the blankets a little higher to tuck Tomura into bed.
“There we go. I miss you, but you can rest as long as you need to. I’ll watch your back. I love you.”
Tomura blinked in surprise, and with his newly rehydrated throat was finally able to reply, “Oh, I love you too. And make sure you get some rest yourself, you’re eyebags are starting to rival mine.”
“Mhm, alright,” mumbled Spinner as he slowly walked out the door and disappeared into the hallway, his fatigue-ridden footsteps becoming muffled until everything was peacefully silent once more.
For about five seconds.
Then the previous soft sound of Spinner’s slow gait was replaced by desperate thuds that grew louder until he reappeared at the doorway. Well, less “reappeared” and more “crashed into it due to the momentum of racing down the hallway”.
For a few moments there was stillness as Spinner looked at Tomura and truly processed that he was awake, his rosy eyes steadily watering the longer he gazed at him.
The tears that were blurring Spinner’s vision at the doorway were cascading down his face by the time he leaped onto the bed, and by then Tomura had wrestled himself out from the covers to meet Spinner halfway and gather him into his arms.
And after months of separation, and much to each other’s delight, they were finally reunited.