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"Hey. Hey. Kazuma."
...What?
"Hey, I-I'm here. I'm here."
Majima's arms were wrapped tightly around Kiryu, and he couldn't... figure out why. They had just been walking, hadn't they? But now Majima was standing in front of him, bracing his weight, the bright lights and commotion of the city hurting, hurting, hurting.
"C-close yer eyes, I got this, I'll- I'll get us a ride. Don'tcha worry."
The ride to Majima's apartment was thankfully peaceful - eyes closed tight, no music, just Majima's occasional quiet comforts, reminding him he was still there.
The first time he'd had a seizure around Majima, luckily, was a long time ago with Nishiki there to help and explain - he can imagine the way Majima would have panicked otherwise, not to mention the surprise hospital trip it would have likely brought. It was hard enough trying to communicate after one without the pressures of a medical team around him, so he was thankful it didn't come to that.
They were fairly rare occurrences nowadays, but even so he had the routine down pat - keep him from falling, call an ambulance if it goes on more than a few minutes, keep everything as quiet and dim as possible.
Majima helped Kiryu every step of the way, holding on like he was precious cargo. In fairness... yeah, he didn't need a nasty fall to make all this worse.
"Alright... it'll be dark, so let's go nice 'n easy."
With the promise of darkness, finally, Kiryu slowly opened his eyes. They carefully made their way into Majima's little living room, with him helping Kiryu to sit down and get comfortable.
"'Kay..." Majima sighed, holding his bared hands palm-up in front of Kiryu, "Too fuckin' dark. Gimme yer hands, tell me whatcha need."
Kiryu's hands bumbled a little bit looking for Majima's without sight, but after a moment they met, and he let out a little noise of relief.
What did he need...? His head was fucking pounding... what did he need to say, how did it go?
"Head."
"Yer head?" Majima asked, Kiryu grunting in confirmation. "Yeah, must be hurtin' huh... Lemme go grab ya somethin'."
When Kiryu didn't object to his hands pulling away, Majima left the room, steps sounding so confident despite the dark - he was definitely used to navigating this way, and Kiryu didn't want to think about why. A distant light soon flicked on, dimly creeping down the hallway and into the living room. It was sort of nice, even if it hurt - he didn't like being in the dark when he was feeling so vulnerable.
Absentmindedly, Kiryu had begun biting at his hand. It took some of the pressure off his brain, in a way that he'd never known how to explain. Everyone else had thought it was just, well, weird. Majima, though, seemed to understand - it was similar for him in his 'zombie' state of mind, when he thought about it.
"Hey Kaz. Got some water. And uh, don't have any of the real good painkillers, so yer gonna need two. That alright?"
He grunted a very rough approximation of 'yes', and Majima got to work - tilted Kiryu's head back, brought the glass to his lips, slipped a pill between them, and then once more after he'd got the first down. With that done, Kiryu went back to biting his hand, and Majima chuckled softly.
"Yer teeth hungry or somethin'? Know I got some kinda toy somewhere... can go look for it 'n give it a good boil if ya want."
He shook his head, and Majima squished himself beside Kiryu, pulling up his sleeve and holding his own arm out in front of the man's face.
"Then at least bite me, don't fuck up yer own good hands."
If he could think more clearly, the idea might be doing something more for him. Right now, though, he just nodded and closed his mouth around Majima's arm as asked, teeth gently looking for resistance and nothing more.
"So soft even now," Majima chuckled with the feeling, the slight sting of pain, how this might seem silly to anyone else but to him, it was just a part of the man he loved.
The next few minutes were spent in a comfortable silence, Kiryu eventually pulling off and sighing with relief. The pain had dulled slightly, coming to his senses just a little more and feeling embarrassed at what he'd just done - Majima's arm was wet with his spit, covered in little indents from his teeth, but he only smiled.
"Feelin' any better?"
Kiryu answered with a little nod, before leaning in and nuzzling his face into the crook of Majima's neck with a yawn, nodding off.
When he awoke an hour or so later, he realised Majima was playing with his hair, humming one of his old favourites. He would have loved to pretend like he was still sleeping, not break the peaceful moment, but right now, he was a terrible pretender.
"Sleepy dragon, ain'tcha? Can't say I blame ya."
"Nnh. Aaf."
...Still couldn't make any words, despite the pain subsiding with his painkillers and impromptu nap. Alright. Great, cool, fine. He huffed, like he was impatient with himself, and took another look out into the hallway. The light hadn't been turned off - maybe Majima would be able to see him sign this time.
He tapped at Majima's arm, directing his attention to his hand as he clumsily patted it against his own cheek. When that didn't seem to work, he grunted, drawing his hand from the left side of his face to the right, as if wiping food from his mouth.
"...Delicious?"
Oh, that. He knew it had something to do with food, at least, just couldn't figure it out further than that. He nodded.
"Ya want somethin' delicious?"
Nodded again. He wasn't picky, really, but communicating was significantly harder right now - it wasn't just his voice he'd lost, but all semblance of words. Had to pat himself on the back just for getting this far.
"Let's see what we can get for ya, then."
Majima helped him to his feet, guiding him to the little kitchen - okay, so he probably could have walked fine on his own now, but it was nice to have this closeness and support. A soft chuckle bubbled up as he leaned over and pecked Majima's cheek, who smiled in answer.
"'Kay, what've I got that ya might want... Hm. Could do ya an omelette, green onions just as ya like?"
Kiryu nodded, reaching for the fridge himself, when Majima tsked at him. "Naw, Kazuma, ya don't gotta do anythin'. 'Sides, prolly shouldn't be handlin' a knife right now."
He pouted, but he knew Majima had a point. Still, he wanted to help the little ways he could - getting the water running, pulling out the eggs, getting out the dishes - all the while, his focus drifting to the man and how pretty he looked, concentrating so hard on giving him some nice food after everything.
His brain not entirely registering the situation, he suddenly leaned in with an accidental shove to give Majima a kiss, who yelped and floundered - the weight against him threw him off balance just as he was trying to flip the omelette, elbowing Kiryu in the chin on accident as he tried to regain control.
Kiryu stumbled back, thankfully not falling, and felt like a whirlwind hit him. He wasn't thinking, he could have gotten Majima really hurt! An awful feeling bubbled up in him, scratching and picking at his skin to keep himself from breaking something more important, breathing heavily, tears blurring his vision, scratching, scratching, scratching--
"H-hey! I-it's okay, ya didn't mean to do somethin' bad, 'n I-I'm sorry, it was reflex but I know I hurt ya."
But I did. But I did, but I did, but I did.
Nothing came out but a pathetic whine, only frustrating Kiryu further. It was his childhood at Sunflower all over again - no matter how hard he tried to help, to do something good, to show people he cared, he always fucked it up. Most of the kids stayed away from him, the caretakers wouldn't let him participate in the kitchen anymore, a failure in everything.
He shouted out a noise that put a pained look on Majima's face, and pushed his way out into the hallway. He should just go home, there was some sort of reason that Majima had brought him here instead but he couldn't remember it, and it was more important not to hurt Majima than whatever that reason was.
But his hands fumbled at the door, trying to unlock it. He knew Majima had some sort of safety lock, something to keep himself from getting in danger on the streets during his episodes, but he couldn't figure out the infernal thing right now and gave up in frustration, only crying more.
He felt about ready to bash his head into the wall, when Majima's voice softly took him from his urges.
"Kazuma."
He grunted.
"I... got everythin' fixed up. Ya still wanna eat?"
He nodded reluctantly, shame washing over him for acting like such a child. But Majima didn't seem to care, or at the very least, he wasn't outwardly making a big deal of it. Kiryu was simply his Kiryu, and that meant taking the shitty days with the good ones, accepting the way his brain sometimes went off on its own path, whatever that meant.
The very treatment he gave to Majima baffled him when given back. Gently, Majima guided him into the living room once more, flicking on the light now that it wasn't painful.
As Kiryu sat, Majima carefully handed him the plate - he'd even pre-cut the omelette, so Kiryu didn't have to struggle with it himself. Part of him felt scandalised at the gesture, he was a grown adult who could do things for himself, but he had to admit that had kind of gone out the window tonight, and instead tried to appreciate it. Majima was doing what he could to make things easier, and that meant a lot to him.
"Ya feel like watchin' somethin'? I got... uhh..." Majima rifled through his collection of mixed DVDs and VHS tapes, holding up a few choices, "Some car flicks here. Or, uh... Y'know, I got somethin' from that MagiHeart anime for when Haru-chan swings by--"
Kiryu nodded, and Majima couldn't help but chuckle. It was kind of cute the way Kiryu had gotten into it as well - it was cute, simple fun, and that was just what he needed right now. Something that didn't need too much thinking to follow with, designed to put smiles on the audience's faces.
"MagiHeart it is, then!"
As Majima fiddled with the DVD player, Kiryu smiled softly. None of this was easy to deal with, but just as he didn't mind for Majima, Majima didn't mind for him.
He'd better wait to kiss him this time, though.