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Not knowing what to do scared Madara, he always knew what to do— or so he liked to show to the world. Madara Mikejima was always on top of everything and had an answer for everything even if it was a quirky silly answer, a sarcastic quip back at someone. It was rare he was often left speechless, not knowing how to act. Yet here he was. Perhaps seeing as it was Leo, Leo had always been unpredictable and that was one of the things Madara adored deeply about him. He liked much like himself; nobody really knew where things would go, didn't that make life much more fun? He knew that statement alone would have a handful of people disagreeing, he knew people in the idol world liked to know things and have them in order.
Being here for Leo, that’s what Madara had to do. He made that mistake once not, but he still didn’t forgive himself for it. He knew Leo did, Leo had often reminded him of the fact he had and it was okay as he forgives him. It was silly wasn’t it? Foolish to cling to something that Leo had already moved on from, but to Madara? It was just another mistake on his ever growing list.
Madara pulled himself from the daze he’d gotten himself in and reached out and touched Leo’s cheek, thumb gliding in circles, he was trying to be comforting, soothing—- something while he was as stuck on words.
“Leo-san.”
Madara finally speaks out in a soft tone, he sees a small glint in Leo’s eyes. He wanted to just say it’s okay, it’ll be okay. He’s here, He’s here and will try and take away all the pain. But why say something that isn’t true? Madara knew he couldn’t truly take away the pain even if Leo said ‘Madara is my happy place’ he knew much like himself, even with Leo being his happy place… Madara still felt hurt and pain, he still felt miserable. Leo definitely subsided a lot of his hurt, Madara had a reason for living in Leo— they’ve told each other that numerous times. They told each other that when laying next to each other when they couldn’t sleep, late nights out on Baby-chan. In whispers between kisses, they reminded each other of this fact more often that people probably would roll their eyes at them for being ‘grossly PDA.’
Madara took Leo’s hand finally kissing at his fingers, even if cut and bloody. Madara didn’t care, he knew that Leo wasn’t fond of his hands being touched more so his fingers but Madara wanted to show he wasn’t angry— he could never be angry at Leo. Madara loved Leo so much that being angry at a relapse would be hypocritical of him.
“It’s okay, I’m here.”