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It was a cool autumn night, the red and orange leaves still gliding across the breeze. Mushitarou was on his way to Yokomizos place. They hadn’t answered any of Mushitarous calls or texts all day, which was really starting to worry him, especially considering Yokomizos condition at the moment.
Almost ten minutes later, Mushitarou arrives at Yokomizos house and knocks on the door. When no one answers he knocks once more. No answer again. Mushitarou, having no patience left, was just about ready to break the door down. But before he can, Yokomizo opens the door with a tired expression consisting of ahis usual small smile and dark circles under his drowsy eyes.
“Oh, hey there Mushi-kun. What brings you here so late?” Almsost bumping into the frame of the door, he seemed unbalanced, maybe dizzy.
“Why haven’t you been answering my calls?!” Mushitarou yelled with concern in his voice, he had been quite worried, “Never mind that, you look like you haven’t slept in days. Is everything alright?” His expression softened.
Yokomizo, still trying to have a somewhat happy tone, “About that, I’ve been so caught up in writing the next few chapters of my novel lately, I haven’t had much time to sleep. Its nothing though, really.”
‘It’s nothing.’ Such an obvious lie, the writer looked absolutely exhausted and clearly overworked. This wasn’t the first time this happened, maybe once or twice before. And Mushitarou knew telling Yokomizo to take a break would be useless, he’d probably go right back to writing. So, Mushitarou took Yokomizo by the hand and dragged him inside.
“What was that for Mushi-kun?” Yokomizo asked a bit surprised,
“ You need to rest, you shouldn’t overwork yourself like that.” Mushitarou replied, still holding Yokomizos hand.
They kept walking until they eventually reached the bedroom. Mushitarou led Yokomizo into the room and sat down on the bed.
“Come on. Come sit down.” Mushitarou gestures to the bed. Yokomizo made his way over the to bed as Mushitarou pulled them into his lap and covered the two of them with a blanket. Yokomizo rests their head on Mushitarous shoulder while the latter runs their hands through formers soft, curly hair.
“Look, Yokomizo. I know finishing this book is important to you, but you’ve got to take a break sometimes and rest.” Mushitarou talked to Yokomizo in a rather soft, comforting voice, instead of his usual loud and harsh one, “I was worried about you.”
‘Worried about me?’ Yokomizo was taken aback by this. Mushitarou usually wasn’t this straightforward, he was usually more indirect, but it still felt rather nice knowing someone cared for him. He held tightly onto Mushitarou ,trembling a bit, as they let the tears spill from their eyes, trying to stay quiet, but Mushitarou hearing nonetheless,
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Mushitarou cups Yokomizos face in his hands and he uses his thumb to wipe away the tears,
“I’m just… so tired…” he felt a pain in his chest as it pounded. It was hard to breathe.
As calm and collected Yokomizo seemed on the surface, deep down he felt as though he was falling apart. All this writing and overworking themself has finally taken its toll. with this illness leaving him with a short time limit, he had to finish writing their perfect mystery before it was too late.
But thanks to Mushitarou, they were able to take a well deserved break of almost little to no sleep for almost a week. Mushitarou seemed to be the only one this worried about Yokomizos health, I mean, he came over at almost a midnight all because he had been worried about some missed calls.
“I promise you, Yokomizo,” Mushitarou starts, still caressing the formers face, “everything will be alright. Just rest for now.”
Yokomizo lays his head back on Mushitarous shoulder, sobbing quietly, as the former continues to gently run his hands through the others soft hair. Yokomizo closed their eyes and slowly started to drift off.
The silence between the two created a calm and peaceful aura, Mushitarou rubbing circles on Yokomizos back while the other was already asleep in Mushitarous arms, hugging him tightly. As the two of them lay there, Mushitarou had wondered just how many nights it’s been since Yokomizo had gotten sleep. No need to worry now though. He has finally gotten the writer to take a break for the night and get a full night of rest. But one night of rest isn’t enough to make up for many sleepless nights. Mushitarou decided it was time to stop worrying and get some sleep himself. He’ll figure something out in the morning.