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           “… Komui…?”

           He hadn’t expected to see him here, not now - not when he was in such a fragile state. [ heh, what a joke, being fragile: he was literally falling apart… ] Too weak to climb off of the bed he was laying on, he could do nothing but stare up at the taller man, trying to ignore the pain firing through his body as they worked to repair his shaken atomic stability.

           “… It… Wasn’t important.”

           You should be back in HQ, working on paperwork;            helping your sister; helping all of them. Go away;            go home. You can’t see me like this.

           I’m so weak,  p l e a s e  don’t look at me.

     Komui stood there, his expression forcefully neutral yet betrayed by his hands, curled into faintly quivering fists by his side. He stood there, by the bedside of a treasured friend, a friend who had just barely made it out of an encounter with a level 3 alive, who was so fragile that the even the nurses seemed terrified to apply too much pressure with their gentle touches. He stood there, trying to comprehend what he was seeing -- helpless, motionless beneath the crushing weight of his own guilt.

     I was the one who asked you to help him. If it hadn’t been for me, you would have never gotten into this position. this would have never happened to you.

     My fault.

       This damn body that had been created to house his hand-me-down brain and soul had survived, persisted, clung like a tick to life’s last strand and he found eyes that had slipped closed in welcoming of oblivion fluttering against the burn of artificial lights. Time to wake up. Years might have trickled by in their slipping pace before they had deemed it fit to rouse him, but he was tragically, undeniably ALIVE. Alive but with a body aged vastly beyond the boy whose mind it held, alive but with Innocence sealed and bars on his room’s door, alive, yes, but dead in the eyes of anyone who really mattered and would treat him like a person. It was almost funny, really, how quickly that rage and fervent desire to take himself out of the world in a maelstrom of violence rolled over dead and left him feeling exactly that.

@saudadc

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            ❝ Bak! Professor! Chang-sensei! Dude! Man! I’m summ-                oning you because I want to kiss you! ❞

--- In which @saudadc sent me every single symbol of this meme and I’m picking out a handful to write: 1 / ?

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

     “...?” Dark hues glanced down at Bak in surprise, taking in the blond’s petulant expression and the roseate hue on his cheeks as small hands tugged on his collar, carefully readjusting the fabric into something more presentable. When the other had loudly proclaimed his apparent inability to dress himself properly and keep up a professional appearance, Komui hadn’t expected him to personally correct his mistakes. 

     Once the moment of surprise had passed, a smile formed on Komui’s lips, warm and mildly amused. Because no matter how much Bak complained, there was nothing that could explain away the gentle care with which he rightened his supposed dress code violations. In the end, actions spoke louder than words -- especially when it came to the shorter man, who rarely ever meant what he said when he got agitated. 

     “Awwwh, Bak-chan, I didn’t know you cared!” Komui teased, watching in amusement how the colour on Bak’s cheeks intensified and the blond turned his head away, retorting with an empty phrase of denial. “No need to be shy about it, Bak-chan~ I won’t tell anyone~! ♥”

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    “Excuse me..?” Krory questioned quietly, hesitantly reaching a hand out; but he drew it back as the shorter man turned around.  “Y-you’re Bak, yes?  I’m from the European Branch -- the Chief requested that I give this to you in person.”

[ it would make bak pee his parachute pants ]