The reason why Kiku was on his doorstep in the pouring rain, drenched, and crying at four in the morning was beyond Arthur, as Kiku could tell just by looking at his half confused, half concerned expression. Though, it was hard to tell; his eyes were blurred by rain and tears.
“I-I’m so sorry, I should have called you, b-but...”
“God, Kiku,” Arthur began as he pulled Kiku inside, wrapping his arms around him in a warming embrace. The rain that was soaking Kiku to the bone started to seep into Arthur’s pajamas, but he couldn’t care less. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
Kiku sniffled and shook his head, wrapping his arms tightly around Arthur and promptly beginning to cry into his shoulder. “I thought you w-were dead...”
Arthur sighed softly, beginning to rock Kiku back and forth almost as if he were comforting a child. The shorter male was shaking, but he couldn’t tell if it were because he was scared or because he was freezing. Arthur assumed it was both. “I’m right here, I’m fine... I could have come over to your house, Kiku, you could get ill for being in the rain for so long...”
“My h-health doesn’t matter...” He took in a shuddering breath and wiped at his tear/rain soaked cheeks, trying to dry them, but to no avail; the tears kept getting replaced. “I was so scared that you--”
“Shh... I’m alright, don’t think about that, okay? Here... Let’s dry you off... You can stay here for the night...” Arthur gently leaned away from the embrace and walked over to the linen closet, the sniffling, shivering Kiku following close behind. He took out a towel and started gently drying Kiku’s hair, then when he finished, wrapped the towel around his torso. Kiku was still crying. “Hey... How about I get you some warm, dry clothes? Those will be better.”
Kiku nodded, holding the towel in place with his hands. “I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble...”
Arthur took a towel for himself, shaking his head. “No, Kiku, you’re far from a bother. It’s alright. Come on,” he said gently, walking up to his bedroom. He dug through his dresser, trying to find comfortable clothes that would fit Kiku. “Here-- These may be a bit big on you, but... They’ll get the job done, right?” He held out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, which Kiku took, and he started looking for pajamas for himself.
“...I’ll go and change, a-and... Dry myself off... Thank you...” He went off to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, and Arthur nodded-- but he couldn’t help but still feel concerned. He quickly changed into his new pajamas and threw the wet ones into the hamper, sitting down on his bed. Kiku soon came back in Arthur’s clothes, his own in hand, but they seemed to be a bit big for him. The neck of the shirt slipped past his shoulder, showing off some skin, but Kiku kept adjusting it. Arthur smiled at him.
“At least they kind of fit,” he said, chuckling gently afterwards, then taking Kiku’s clothes plus the towel Arthur let him use. “I’ll put these in the dryer. You lay down in my bed and get yourself some rest; you need it.”
“I couldn’t steal your bed from you, Arthur--”
“It’s not stealing if I offered it to you.” Arthur ruffled Kiku’s slightly damp hair, smiling a bit. “Go get some rest, I’ll be back soon to bid you goodnight.”
“Well...” He hesitated, then sighed, nodding. “Alright...”
“Thank you.” He smiled, and made his way to the dryer, tossing the clothes and the towel into it. Meanwhile, Kiku was getting settled in bed, thankful for the warmth of the blankets. He almost immediately fell asleep, but only found himself resting in about a minute of so. Arthur entered the bedroom, just about to say goodnight, when he noticed Kiku’s sleeping form. His chest rose and fell peacefully, and he was warm under the blankets. Arthur smiled.
“I would say rest well, but... It seems as though you already are.” The blond chuckled softly to himself, stepping over to Kiku. “Well... Goodnight, love. I’ll be there in the morning, so don’t you worry.” He leaned forward and pressed a gentle peck to his friend’s temple, remaining there for a little while. He didn’t wish to leave, really, and instead began brushing Kiku’s hair away from his face. Thankfully, the sleeping man couldn’t be aware of the affectionate gesture. “...I’d rather not leave, though.” He sighed, then sat down on the chair beside the bed, leaning back on it. “I suppose I’ll rest here. Goodnight, Kiku; may you have a peaceful sleep.”
Ah, I love initial queerplatonic AsaKiku. Sorry that I couldn’t do AsaKiku week! This is how I’ll make up for it; writing fluff to bury my sadness. Thank you for reading! My apologies if it is terrible.