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Shiki remembered they had a class with Mudano that day, but he didn't think it would be this boring. He could feel his eyes getting heavier and heavier as time went by, like it had massive boulders resting on top.
Shiki rested his head against the table, the wooden surface was a bit colder that morning but it did made sleepier. Beside him—Jin, rustling his pen against his book as he wrote down what the teacher was explaining.
Shiki remembered the first time they met, Mudano forced them to sit together and since then, they've officially become seatmates—not long after, they became roommates. Not that he wants to, it's just somehow he always finds Jin beside him whenever the chance gets to him.
Somehow seeing Jin so diligent pisses him off, maybe because Jin would constantly mock him for slacking off and saying that he's better than him. Him and his fucking pride, ugh!
With Jin in mind, his body slowly relaxed against the wooden material, eyes shutting closed as he drifted to his unconscious state.
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SMACK
Shiki was forcefully awakened, eyes blinking rapidly as he felt the painful throb in his head. He looked up only to see Mudano glaring down on him, rolled thick papers were gripped by his hand.
"Ichinose Shiki." Mudano glared, "if you think my class is a place to sleep, maybe you'd be better to not have a room at all."
The blue haired boy pushed himself lazily, rubbing his throbbing scalp from the strong hit. His eyes still half-lidded as he looked at Mudano going back to his board—his roller skates gliding through the floor smoothly.
He clicked his tongue, "not my fault we did so much training yesterday."
Shiki rested his chin on his hand, elbow pressed against the table as he watched Mudano explaining.. whatever it was, Shiki couldn't even process what he was talking about.
"Yawn~" his eyes watered from the soft yawn, the class was taking too long and Shiki is getting more tired by the second.
Then, his ear received a soothing sound of a pen rustling against a paper once again. His eyes slowly drifted to light brown haired boy beside him—to Jin.
His eyes focused between the board and to his paper, writing whatever it was he heard that Shiki didn't. His brows relaxed but it didn't let go of his seriousness. Shiki's eyes drifted down towards Jin's jaw covered with the mask he always wore, that black mask in which Jin showed what's underneath on their first fight. He remembered it was full of stitches around his mouth and a big scar on his nose from cheek to cheek.
Shiki's jaw tightened a bit, maybe it's what he's used to but Shiki couldn't help but wonder why he hides it here when everyone would accept him if he just showed it directly. The blue haired boy blinked slowly, eyes drifting down towards Jin's neck—
"You're making a hole into my face." Jin murmured quietly under his mask.
Shiki blinked rapidly, he didn't expect Jin to respond let alone notice that he was staring. Though, it is to he expected—Shiki is just dumb.
"Don't be ridiculous, no one wants to see your ugly face, weirdo." Shiki answered quietly, not wanting Mudano's attention once again.
Jin didn't answer. He never did when someone commented on his appearance, now it made Shiki felt a bit guilty. He didn't really mean to call him ugly or anything.
"Yeah, so what?" Jin unexpectedly responded, "at least I have my brain to function properly."
That made Shiki groaned to himself, now this guy is just attacking his pride. If it weren't because of his sleepiness, he would've pulled Jin by the collar by now. But instead he leaned back to the table, his cheek pressing the cold wooden material as he watched Jin wrote in his book.
"Not that it matters in a fight, but sure. Whatever keeps you asleep." Shiki muttered, his eyes catching a glimpse of Jin's brows furrowing slightly. The sight almost made Shiki scoff.
Meanwhile, his eyes drifted down to Jin's unmoving hand beside his book, holding it down as he wrote with another hand. His hand covered with purple-ish black glove, hiding the stitches Jin had underneath. It wasn't particularly a long gloves, it was a medium length—only long enough to hide his wrist. Shiki knew, he saw it on Jin's bed once.
His hand moved before his brain could even think, his fingers tapped on Jin's wrist through his sleeve. Caressing it with two fingers as his eyes fought against the sleepiness.
He didn't realize his action made Jin froze in place.
The sleepy boy let out a soft huff as he continued to caress where he thinks the stitches were. His fingers slowly slid down Jin's sleeve, touching Jin's skin with a cold sensation. Jin could feel his whole body shivering from the sudden sensation.
Shiki felt his fingers touching the multiple stitch marks on Jin's wrist, his fingers moved circles against it, tracing it softly and somehow.. soothingly. It felt nice on his fingers.
"..does this still hurt?" He asked quietly, his voice slurred in his half asleep state.
Jin didn't respond at first, he doesn't need to. Or at least he thinks he doesn't need to, responding to this dumbass would just be a waste of time—but somehow Jin couldn't think straight, with Shiki's fingers tracing his wrist softly it made his brain stopped working and all functions in his body suddenly in meed of repair.
"..no." it lacked the firm Jin wanted to let out.
"Hm.. I see." Shiki hummed, fingers continued to stay under Jin's sleeve.
He slowly pushed his fingers deeper, tracing further and further to Jin's arm, the stitch marks grounded him from drowning in his sleep.
Until Jin pulled his hand back, forcing Shiki's hand out of Jin's sleeve. The blue haired boy blinked sleepily at the light brown haired boy.
"Wha.." Shiki slurred.
"Don't you know you're not supposed to touch things without permission?" Jin's voice sounded rough, but he tried to stay quiet. Not wanting to bring all the attention to himself while also taking advantage of Shiki's sleepy state to not notice how his ears strated heating up.
"..right. my bad." He rested his hand near where Jin's hand were before.
"Tell me if it hurts again, yeah? I'll.. definitely.." Shiki's words trailed off as he finally gave in to the strong will of his sleepiness. "..Treat.."
Jin groaned to himself, fixing his mask and looked away. He won't admit it, he definitely won't admit how his face were about to heat up if Shiki continued just a few seconds more.
Jin glanced back at Shiki quietly, he could hear Shiki's soft breath out of his mouth. He sounded so calm right now, unlike when he's awake with full energy and loud shouts. If Jin didn't force himself to focus, he would've found himself smiling at the thought of Shiki.
And that's just stupid.
Jin continued his writing, his own rustling against the paper once more. His left hand bumped into Shiki's hand a few times, that didn't get off from Jin's radar.
"Kougasaki, is Shiki asleep again?" Mudano asked, voice firm and was ready to wake Shiki up once more.
The boy glanced back at Shiki, silence in his mind was not the first thing that comes to mind when staring at the sleepy boy. He turned his head back to Mudano again, "I think he might be sick, should I take him to the infirmary?"
Mudano exhaled, he knew it must've been a lie and that Shiki planned that—but he allowed it anyways. Jin glanced back at Shiki, smiling softly at Shiki as he felt the heat of the blue haired boy against his hand once more. This time, on purpose.