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Ranpo quietly opened the door to the bedroom. He immediately knew where to look for what— or rather whom— he was searching for, the desk.
Ranpo walked up to the— he looked at the color of the hairtie adorning his lover's wrist, black— man sitting in front of the typewriter. As Ranpo took notice of his hunched back and short breath he frowned and put his head on the writers shoulder. He stopped writing and turned his chair sideways
"Ranpo, is something wrong?" His cheeks were flushed and his voice slightly shook, sweat dripped from his neck, noticeable from the few open buttons at the top of his shirt
"It's summer"
"Yes, I guessed as much, but what about it?" Ranpo opened his eyes and looked into Edgar's, a sharp, commanding look, at which the one on the recieveing end of it sighed
"You know you can't play dumb with me, and you know I know it" Ranpo leaned towards him and pointed to his chest "Take it off"
"I know I should, but-"
"No buts! Either you take that binder off, or I will!"
"Wh-" As the words processed his face went completely red "Ranpo!"
"You're overheating! AND hunching! What do you want me to do? Let you crack a rib? I can't do that!" Edgar sighed
"It's just... The dysphoria these days has been worse than usual, and, well, this is one of the few things helping right now..." Ranpo's face softened, the reproach fading away a bit, to show the worry lying beneath.
"Ed..." He sat on his lap and started unbuttoning the expensive shirt worn by the other, starting from the bottom "I don't want you getting injured. So you have to take it off, for a few hours at least." He spoke slowly, but with full confidence. He opened the last button and looked into his eyes "Please?" Shining emeralds, looking into his soul, as if he could read every thought that crossed his mind. Edgar sighed
"Alright, I'll take it off" Ranpo smiled and gently took his face into his hands and planted a kiss on his cheek
"Good, because if you didnt i really was going to take the matter into my own hands" He stood up and flicked the zipper holding the binder closed "I'll bring a wet, cold towel so you can cover yourself and cool down faster, okay?"
"That sounds delightful, thank you, dear"
"Ah, you were right Ranpo, this feels so much better" Edgar sprawled on the bed, a humid towel covering his bare chest. Ranpo had brought a fan from somewhere else in the house, blewing cold air into the room
"Of course! I'm always right" Ranpo was lying next to Edgar, pulling his hair back and combing his fingers through it. He leaned into the touch of his cold hands, looking lovingly at the shorter one, when he noticed
"Wait, Ranpo, aren't you hot?" Edgar was both concerned and curious, his chest was flat, but he showed no signs of overheating
"Nope! I've been taping, do you want the rest of the roll? I dont think I'll wear it anymore these months, the stickyness is kinda uncomfortable" Ranpo offered with a smile
"Ah, you're very kind, dear. Thank you" Edgar shifted a bit, and in a shy voice said "I've actually never tried taping before"
"Don't worry, its not hard, I can teach you"
"Thank you, dear" Ranpo leaned towards Edgar and softly planted a kiss on his lips
"It's no problem, handsome" Edgar's face went pink "From now on, you are telling me when you feel dysphoric enough to need to wear a binder. You're the person I care about the most, whether you're a guy, a gnc girl or anything else, I need you to take care of yourself, you hear me?" They smiled
"Loud and clear"