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Sep. 6th, 2007 12:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaHigashikata enjoys the way Minami holds onto him as they walk to the nurse’s office. He’d claim to be fine, but Higashikata is relatively sure that Akutsu cracked one of his ribs. It’s nice being pressed up against Minami like this. “Aren’t you missing class?” Higashikata questions, frowning when Minami twitches and looks guilty.
“I was running an errand and ran into someone.” Minami looks away from Higashikata, finding the classrooms they’re passing by horribly interesting. “Sengoku…”
“Uh huh.” It’s hard to stifle the angry jealousy that blooms in the pit of his stomach. ‘Sengoku what?’ he wants to ask. He wonders if Minami would skip class just for him, or if it’s just because Sengoku distracted Minami that Minami’s helping him out.
The nurses office is, typically, empty. “I wonder if she’s ever here.” Minami mutters, seating Higashikata on one of the beds. Higashikata laughs, wincing and clutching at his chest as his ribs ache. Minami’s staring at his chest now, frowning, and Higashikata looks away. “Who beat you up?”
Higashikata glances up at Minami. “You already know.”
Minami sighs, running a hand through wilting spikes of hair, and glances around the medical office. “Take off your shirt. Where else does it hurt?” Minami walks past the bed to the cabinet containing the medication.
Reaching up Higashikata snags Minami’s wrist. “I’m fine… but I could use a different kind of healing.” Minami’s quiet as Higashikata pulls him onto the bed. It hurts to move, and to breath, and it definitely hurts to lean over Minami and press him into starched white sheets. Minami’s lips are soft, and it’s easy to slide his tongue into Minami’s mouth and tease the other into a moan. Higashikata’s never done this before and he’s acting on instinct, but Minami’s just as new to this as he is, and so Higashikata figures almost anything he does is good.
Minami’s cheeks are red when Higashikata pulls away, and his hands are clenched around the bed sheets.
“What did he do?” Higashikata questions, un-phased when Minami turns his head away and stutters out an explanation.
“I can do better.”
“I was running an errand and ran into someone.” Minami looks away from Higashikata, finding the classrooms they’re passing by horribly interesting. “Sengoku…”
“Uh huh.” It’s hard to stifle the angry jealousy that blooms in the pit of his stomach. ‘Sengoku what?’ he wants to ask. He wonders if Minami would skip class just for him, or if it’s just because Sengoku distracted Minami that Minami’s helping him out.
The nurses office is, typically, empty. “I wonder if she’s ever here.” Minami mutters, seating Higashikata on one of the beds. Higashikata laughs, wincing and clutching at his chest as his ribs ache. Minami’s staring at his chest now, frowning, and Higashikata looks away. “Who beat you up?”
Higashikata glances up at Minami. “You already know.”
Minami sighs, running a hand through wilting spikes of hair, and glances around the medical office. “Take off your shirt. Where else does it hurt?” Minami walks past the bed to the cabinet containing the medication.
Reaching up Higashikata snags Minami’s wrist. “I’m fine… but I could use a different kind of healing.” Minami’s quiet as Higashikata pulls him onto the bed. It hurts to move, and to breath, and it definitely hurts to lean over Minami and press him into starched white sheets. Minami’s lips are soft, and it’s easy to slide his tongue into Minami’s mouth and tease the other into a moan. Higashikata’s never done this before and he’s acting on instinct, but Minami’s just as new to this as he is, and so Higashikata figures almost anything he does is good.
Minami’s cheeks are red when Higashikata pulls away, and his hands are clenched around the bed sheets.
“What did he do?” Higashikata questions, un-phased when Minami turns his head away and stutters out an explanation.
“I can do better.”
