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Running a hand through his hair Mashiro pulled another sheet of paper out of the stack that lay on his desk. It was already past dark near midnight but he could not rest yet since he had been tossed into a pile of paperwork that was told to him was a top priority.
So he kept writing ignoring the cramping of his hand, his pen gliding over the smooth computer paper, his mind going numb to the motomus rhythm.
Mashiro mind returned back to his consciousness with the sound of the front door hinge creaking as it slammed open heavy footsteps making their way towards the bedroom.
"Hello Kang," Mashiro said, not bothering to look up as he was already aware of who he was.
Kang stayed silent, finding his way behind Moshiro's desk chair as he dropped to his knees resting his forehead on Mashiro's shoulder.
"Did something happen?" Mashiro's fingers dragged across Kang's cheek pulling his head closer. Moshiro only realized why he had been so silent when he felt liquid run down his shoulder seeping through the cloth of his shirt.
"Kan- you bleeding" Mashiro stared at the splatter of red across his fingers as he stumped up, causing Kang to recoil and slump onto the floor as Moshiro ran to retrieve his first aid kit.
Mashiro rushed back, dropping onto his knees in front of Kang. Mashiro shuffled through the kit hastily grabbing the gauze pushing Kang's blond bangs above his eyes wrapping it around the gash that spread across Kang's forehead. Once Moshiro had tended to Kang he let his bangs fall back onto his forehead letting out a sigh.
"What happened?"
"...." silence filled the room like a thick smog causing Moshiro's heart to race.
"What happened Kang!?"
"It was a mission. .." Kang managed weekly, his gaze fixed on his lap, refusing to look at Mashiro.
"Ah, I know that but-"
"When I was finishing the Job he was fighting back and he hit me with a mental pipe"
"Hu? Kang-"
"When he managed to pin me down I realized that I could die and that's when it hit me"
Moshiro's eyes narrowed, worry scattered across his face, and his brows furrowed.
"If I died I wouldn't be able to tell you that I love you!" His gaze finally met Moshiros's eyes.
"And all my plans to tell you on Christmas when we watch the fireworks together would go to waste!"
"Kang"
"Plus I spent a lot of money on that"
"Kang!"
Kang looked as if he had been jerked to a stop as he finally clamped his mouth shut waiting for Moshiro to finish his sentence.
"I love you too," Mashiro said, placing his hands on either side of Kang's face, causing him to raise an eyebrow at him.
"What? I haven't told you I love you yet"
"You just did"
"Oh," Kang placed a hand behind his neck, his lips pressing into a thin line.
Mashiro shifted moving closer to Kang as he pulled him down pressing his lips against his.
"He careful next time" This caused Kang's lips to form into a smirk as he pulled Mashiro impossibly close.
"I love you mashed potato"
"I love you to-" Moshiro was cut short when Kang slammed his lips against his interrupting him.