#monowase

Monoma groans as Awase cleans out his head wound with a damp washcloth. “Smacking me upside the head with a stick? Really? I swear, if we weren’t dating, I would have found a way to do away with you, there and then. The only reason I haven’t done it to Kendou is because I care for her. Also, because she would deck me if I tried.”

Awase only grunts in response to his boyfriend’s spiel, carefully unwrapping a brand new roll of gauze. “Stop squirming around.” There’s an lingering silence between the two while he dresses the wound, only broken by the rustling of plastic and a sniff on Awase’s part. “... I said sorry. And you said my apology was, as I quote, ‘adequately mediocre’.” He ties off the ends of the gauze, the end result crudely resembling the checkered headband he always wore.

Monoma huffs, splaying himself on the couch with a dramatic flourish. He places himself gently, avoiding the boyfriend-induced bruise near his temple. “Well, that was what past me thought. Present me thinks you should do better.” He points towards the bandage on his head. “My head hurts. Do something about it.” 

Awase lays down next to him. “I’ve already wrapped it in all the gauze I could find. What more do you want? A kiss to make it all better?” Monoma arches an eyebrow judgmentally, and he sighs. “Of course, of course…” He places a soft kiss as light as butterfly wings onto the side of Monoma’s head. “Happy now, you needly bastard?”

“Mm...” Monoma blinks languidly, a plot hatching in that devious mind of his. “You know... I think my lips sort of ache as well.” Awase’s eyes squint in disbelief, before realisation dawns on his face. Oh, his boyfriend knows exactly what he’s doing.