● [gimme dat Haruka]
➎: undressing yours
Well, it couldn’t be helped right? Accidents like this happened, and really Haruka wasn’t so cruel a person to just let this slip by and allow Nagisa to take care of it by himself. With slender fingers, the second year fumbled with the buttons on his kohai’s blazer, his stoic face never altering as he continued down to the final one at the bottom. With a shuffle of fabric the blazer was now on the floor in an unkempt clump. Well, it could all be ironed out later he supposed. He didn’t trust Nagisa with one of those either, so he’d probably end up doing it himself to avoid having the blonde whining about a burn on his hand somewhere.
Next was the white undershirt. More buttons to undue, and another layer of clothing to remove. He had to admit this was a bit tedious, but Nagisa was an old friend, so it was okay. With an internal sigh Haruka got to work on the undershirt as well. As the upper parts of the shirt began to bend to gravity’s will, the shota’s pale skin became more exposed, and it was hard for Haruka to turn his blue eyes away. No one would be able to guess that Nagisa was so well built just by looking at his face. He was rather petite for a male upon first impressions, and it took getting through the layers of clothes to see just how muscly he was.
As he was nearing the last button, his eyes caught sight of the problem. A tinge of red with a little blue caught his attention, and he knew immediately that this was the source of the problem.
From what Nagisa had told him, in the school courtyard he had ended up tripping and falling forward into some hedges. Most of him was fine, but his stomach had hit the edge of one of the bricks set up around the dirt and mulch. Due to this there was a pretty nasty bruise. Makoto was absent today, and Nagisa said he didn’t want to worry Rei, so Haruka was the only one he could come to.
As Haruka began to prepare the medicine that would cool the skin and ease the pain, his blue eyes glanced up to the blonde, his stoic face belying the worry he held for his childhood friend. ”Nagisa… are you sure you’re going to be all right with just this?”
