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A loud, thundering knock wakes him up. Annoyed, but unsurprised he goes down to find the source of his headache.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" He yells, and when the other takes a slight pause before they knock again, he knew it was Shouta.
He almost rips the door off of it's hinges, before remembering to control his strength.
"It's who the fuck knows in the morning! What. Do. You. Want." Stressing each word like it'll be engraved into his friend's head if it was said with enough killing intent.
Aizawa Shouta shows no suprise, but the amused and slightly panicked look made him smile before he realises that something else must have made him panic.
"You've become famous, or well... David Shield the Third has."
His grip on the door handle tightened until it crumbled into pieces beneath his fist.
"Don't tell me." The look on Shouta's face said everything he didn't want it too. "No, it's not possible. I refuse."
"You don't want to know what museum it's in?" The teasing tone got stronger [as did the undercurrent of worry], David felt a chill down his spine, his face ashen.
"I-its not..." His eyes widening, before he took a breath he didn't need to. He spoke softly as if afraid it would come true if he said it out loud. "Is it?"
"I'm afraid so." The confirmation cut into him, and his unmoving lungs seemed to claw at him for air.
He...
No.
No!
NO!
Lightening struck the ground even though it wasn't storming, David hardly paid it any mind having worked himself into a panic.
Shouta, however, was held still by the force of an original. Hellbent on wanting to be alone. He tried to make any amount of noise, but before he could even attempt to. He blinked and found himself in a worried warlocks arms.
He gripped Toshinori's arms. "Dave... The letter."
He watched his lover's face drop.
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A smooth cold hand gently pried his hands from his hair, and David found himself gazing into eyes he'd only dreamed about.
They were even more vibrant than he could have imagined, the flickers of dark gold hidden in the crimson red gleamed, and that gaze...
If his heart could beat, it would have stopped.
That deep, dark voice full of promise, was akin to a fresh drop of water after a lifetime in the desert.
"I do believe, we have a certain something to discuss, my dear."