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Date rather aggressively pushes the door into his place open, letting everyone filter in. Ryuki’s been here before, having spent a few drunken nights here after dropping Date off from a night in Golden Yokocho. Ryuki watches as everyone settles. Mizuki sits on her bed, Komeji and Shoma take the sofa where Date sleeps, the masked woman leads against the wall. Ryuki goes to sit down in the empty chair, but the grip on his wrist prevents him from doing so.
“You’re coming with me.” Date speaks firmly, not letting go of Ryuki’s wrist. Ryuki blinks a little, following Date to the small and cramped bathroom connected to where everyone else is. Date guides Ryuki to sit on top of the closed toilet as he digs through a cabinet under the sink. “Make my life easier and take his shirt off.” Ryuki’s face flushes at the comment, stammering over his words as he tries to respond.
“Your shoulder, Ryuki. The wound is still bleeding.” Tama pipes up, making Ryuki aware of the slowly increasing throbbing in his shoulder. Right, that. Ryuki struggles to pull his jacket off, wincing slightly as he moves slightly too much.
“Come here.” Date sighs, a hint of fondness in his voice as he moves the stand in front of Ryuki, placing one hand on his other shoulder to support him before pulling carefully, sliding the jacket off Ryuki’s injured shoulder, and down the rest of his arm, before tugging it off his other arm, hanging it on the hook on the back of the door. Next comes Ryuki’s sweater, which Date starts by removing it from Ryuki’s good arm, slowing down when he removes it from his injured one, carelessly throwing the bloodsoaked sweater aside, before reaching for the buttons of Ryuki’s shirt.
“I-I can do it myself.” Ryuki stumbles over his words, reaching to grab Date’s hands, only for his own to get batted away.
“I’ve seen you naked before, stop worrying about it and shut up before you bleed out on me.” Ryuki decides to listen to Date, sitting as still as he can as Date unbuttons Ryuki’s shirt, leaving it pushed off his shoulders as he reaches for the box of medical supplies he dropped at his feet at some point, placing the box on Ryuki’s lap. Date starts by grabbing both disinfectant and gauze. Date soaks the gauze in the disinfectant, before pressing it to the entry wound. Ryuki winces at the sting, leaning forward a little, his head landing on Date’s shoulder. Date seemingly pays him no mind, as he focuses on cleaning both the entry and exit wounds. He places two pads of something- Ryuki isn’t entirely paying attention at this point, over the entry and exit wounds. He feels Date wrap the wound, alternating between wrapping the material under his arm and over his shoulder. Date secures the bandage in place, pushing against Ryuki’s chest slightly to encourage him to sit up.
“You still with me?” Date smiles slightly, brushing Ryuki’s scruffier than usual hair back and out of Ryuki’s face, watching as it falls back into its natural place. Ryuki nods, smiling back at Date.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you.” Date chuckles, leaning in to gently bump his nose against Ryuki’s own, in an almost cat-like nuzzle.
“Don’t go dying on me anytime soon, yeah?” Date pulls back to help Ryuki redress, muttering an apology whenever he moves Ryuki’s arm in the wrong way. Ryuki leaves his jacket unbuttoned, giving his shoulder a cautious roll, before he gasps in pain and decides against moving it again. “You really should go to the hospital.” Date grabs Ryuki’s chin, tilting his head up to look up at him. Ryuki watches as Date’s sole eye shifts in concern.
“He’s got a point, Ryuki. Damage could be permanent if you don't get it checked out soon.” Tama once again speaks up. Ryuki knows she’s right, but he needs to speak to Shoma, Komeji, and the masked woman.
“I will. I just want to get things resolved here first. I don’t want to lose the chance to speak with that woman who helped us.” Ryuki tucks into himself as Date’s expression becomes stern.
“Ten minutes. That’s all I'm giving you then I'm taking you to the hospital, got it?” Date’s grip on Ryuki’s face tightens slightly, making sure Ryuki can’t turn away from him. Ryuki nods the best he can with Date’s grip on his face. Date relaxes a little bit, letting go of Ryuki’s face, cupping his cheek instead. “I’m not trying to be a dick, I hope you know that.” Ryuki smiles fondly, leaning in to wrap his good arm around Date, resting his head against Date’s chest, hearing how his heart rate increases slightly.
“I know. You’re acting this way because you care. I appreciate it.” Date relaxes in Ryuki’s embrace, slipping one of his hands into Ryuki’s hair, wrapping the other one around him in a way to avoid touching his shoulder. “Thank you, Kaname.” Date chuckles, scratching lightly at Ryuki’s head, watching as the other practically melts under the affection.
“You don’t need to thank me. It’s the least I could have done.” Date leans in to press a quick kiss to Ryuki’s forehead, before pushing him lightly towards the door. “Now get to talking. Time is ticking on that shoulder of yours.” Ryuki chuckles a little, walking into the room with everyone else, watching as their attention turns to him.
“Is your shoulder okay, Mr Ryuki?” He gives Komeji a small nod, sitting in the chair currently unoccupied.
“Yes, it is. There’s no need to worry. Are you and Shoma okay?” Both Komeji and Shoma nod their heads. Good. At least those two weren’t harmed. Ryuki thinks to himself, watching at Komeji fusses over Shoma, who surprisingly accepts it with little to no complaint. He turns his attention to Date and Mizuki, watching as Mizuki’s expression shifts into a more annoyed one every time Date opens his mouth. Ryuki can’t help but smile at the sight of Komeji and Date interacting with their kids, finding the interactions amusing and wholesome.
“If you and Date got together would that mean Mizuki is also your daughter?” Ryuki can feel his face flush slightly at the comment. Tama, I’d greatly appreciate it if you could shut up. Date’s pale yellow-green meet Ryuki’s grey and red, his sole eye filled with nothing but adoration in his eye, which makes Ryuki’s heart flutter. Date tilts his head to his right, indicating to the masked woman leading against the wall. Right. Time of ticking.