#dccorum

“I know I shouldn’t be here, but I just... I can’t stay away anymore.”

Zenjiro made his way off the bus, hood tightly over his head, backpack with his teddy strapped on. He realized it was far to late to be out anywhere, but then again he was always do things most people didn’t. Quietly, he made his way to the familiar door and knocked three times, waited a beat then gave one last knock. 

This is ridiculous. He’s feeling hot and uncomfortable, and once again, he’s finding himself aching for touch. It’s embarrassing, both because he doesn’t know why it’s happening, and because he’s currently finishing up his shower for the day -- with Kay at his side. A bit of a whine leaves his lips, and he’s rubbing water away from his eyes, head shaking his hair off as he reaches for his towel. “Why does this always happen...” He’s huffing under his breath, brows furrowed as he tugs his towel around his waist in some attempt to push his arousal down and hide it, but all it does is tent the fabric. “What the hell.”

Zenjiro had honestly been spacing out, zoning out as he watched different people, doing his best to communicate non-verbally with anyone that asked questions. But at the mention of his teddy he became hyper focused, looking straight at the young woman and then with large, frantic eyes, down to his stuffed animal. He hurriedly inspected it, finding the small tear and white fluff peaking out. Zen was torn for a moment, not sure what he wanted-- keep his teddy safe with him or actually let someone else touch him and fix the rip. With worried eyes, he quickly held out his hands with the bear, offering it to her, the need to fix his precious ‘friend’ most important. 

“Hey gorgeous~” he chuckled, holding his arms out. “Welcome back, home.”

“No, no, it’s not-- it’s nothing, really. I was just... thinking about stuff.” He sighs softly, his head giving a little bit of a shake. “I feel like sometimes I don’t tell you how much I appreciate you, or how much I love you.” The panther hums a little bit, shifting and resting his head against Seraph’s chest. “I would, you know. Die for you, I mean. If--... If it had to happen, I would let it.” He nods, sniffling a little. “I’d do whatever it takes for you.”

Yasumi was tired, but his shift was almost done and then he could go home and relax. But hearing cries from the next room he was scheduled to visit, he quickly hurried to walk in, a sweet smile spreading on his face at the sight of the small child. “Oh dear, what’s happened here, hm?” he cooed gently in his quiet voice. “Let’s take a look” he hummed, reaching for the young girl’s arm carefully and beginning to look it over. “Took a fall, huh? What’s your name sweetheart?” he asked, even though he was glancing at the file he’d brought, possible break, a scratch, parent on their way.