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[fluorite]

[ because sometimes things happen and you can't help it

there's untagged nsfw please beware and DON'T LOOK AT ME ]

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[weaseled]

[His room? Clean. It has no choice but to be, what with how little furniture he has, his space devoid of the charming trinkets and personal touches that make a house a home.

All that means is that there's plenty of space on the table for Yuui to set down those thermoses. Yael regards them all with indifference, gaze meandering from one to the next and then back to Yuui, lips set in a hard, unsmiling line.]

And for you?

[Don't make him eat alone. He's had more than enough of that for one lifetime.]

[fluorite]

[ Yuui simply smirks as he digs into his backpack and pulls out two sets of plates, bowls, and utensils. He knew Yael would be mad at Yuui for going through the trouble to cook and bring it over here, so he figured he would soften the blow by eating it with him.

Looks like he made a correct prediction. ]

Ta-dah! You can pack a lot of spaghetti into a thermos this big.

[ He pats it, the metal clunking against his hand. ]

[weaseled]

[Mad... Yeah. He should be mad, but Yael doesn't have it in him to feel much of anything right now. That includes hunger. He can go through the motions and eat a meal with Yuui purely for Yuui's sake, but that's not what he intended when he went through the trouble of preparing it for him.

Yael exhales, long and thin, and slides onto a chair. Hunched over his plate, he stares up at Yuui.]

Shame on you, Yuui.

[fluorite]

[ Yuui plops into the chair next to him, untwisting the thermos and scooping some spaghetti out onto the plate for Yael. It smells delicious, at least. ]

Hmm? Why?

[ Normally he would bristle at words like that in anticipation of being scolded like a child, but he doesn't this time. Instead, Yuui calmly scoops the rest of the spaghetti onto his own plate. ]

[weaseled]

[It does smell delicious, not that Yael is in the right frame of mind to savor his boyfriend's hard work. He wishes he was. He regrets that he isn't.

Yuui anticipates a scolding and a scolding is what he gets, but his tone is anything but harsh. In fact, it's a little sad.]

Smiling when you're unhappy. Acting like you're fine when you're not. Didn't I tell you how much I hate it when you act?

[fluorite]

[ ...Ah. So that's what it is. With a soft sigh, he sets the thermos down. ]

Old habits die hard, Sheza.

[ Anger would usually flare up in his chest at words like, the heat of it settling in his stomach, but the sadness in Yael's tone prevents it from even forming. ]

I can try, but I can't promise I'll succeed at not falling back on that habit every once in a while.

[ And he's trying now, his smile faded to something soft and somber, his own tone dropping. ]

[weaseled]

[Yael's fork restlessly taps at his plate like the incessant flipping of an angered cat's tail, but it abates some. So long as Yuui makes an earnest attempt, Yael can't ask him for much more.]

Sorry. You must've been worried.

[But now Yuui can see that he's fine, and— not well, but he's alive. Perfectly alive and no less capable of drawing breath.]

[fluorite]

[ He sets a hand on Yael's thigh, squeezing at the muscle underneath his fingers. It's a tight, comforting sort of squeeze rather than anything meant to incite arousal. ]

I still am, Sheza.

[ Yael may be perfectly alive and breathing, but that doesn't assuage his worries all the way. ]

[weaseled]

[...Yeah. Of course he was. Yael lets the silence linger for a spell, swallowing around the forming lump in his throat and making an attempt to eat his meal. He can't let Yuui's efforts go to waste no matter how nonexistent his appetite.]

Well, I can't tell you to quit it without pissing you off, so I won't.

[fluorite]

[ That earns a real smile from him. ]

Nope, you can't. You've learned well.

[ He leans to the side, pressing a soft kiss to Yael's cheek. Yuui doesn't pull away, however, instead resting his forehead on Yael's shoulder. ]

I thought I would give you a couple of days in case you were busy, but once more than that passed, I knew that wasn't the case.

[weaseled]

[But Fai, him stinky... Oh well. If Yuui wants to lean against him, Yael can't tell him not to. Far more selfishly, he doesn't want him to stop.]

You could at least yell at me for not returning your calls.

[fluorite]

[ He reaches out to place his hand atop Yael's as he presses his cheek against his shoulder. ]

You're such a jerk, not answering my calls when you knew it make me worry. I should put you into time out.

[weaseled]

[That, at least, gets a small puff of laughter.]

Maybe you should, but let me have a shower first.

[His last shower as a free man...]

[fluorite]

Fine, fine. After you eat some of your food.

[ Yuui leans away so he can pick up Yael's fork, twirling some of the spaghetti around it before he holds it up to his lips. ]

Say "ahh"~

[weaseled]

Ah.

[Is he seriously being fed like a baby...? This situation is so ridiculous that Yael can't even feel sorry for himself, wow. At the same time, holy shit. His boyfriend is super cute. Truly, he does not deserve this man.

Yael's lips part to allow for the delivery of the pasta train.]

[fluorite]

Good boy.

[ He'll watch Yael chew before he brings more spaghetti up to his lips. If this is how he can get Yael to eat, then he doesn't mind doing it.

Plus... it's cute to watch Yael eat like this. ]

[weaseled]

[A muted hmph, but it isn't one of discontent. Being fed like this should be embarrassing, but he can't claim to mind it, eating bite after bite of spaghetti in the same juvenile fashion. As long as he doesn't admit to himself that he's enjoying being babied, Yael can keep allowing it to happen.]

You need to eat too, you know.

[fluorite]

I will after I take care of you first. Let me prioritize you just this once, alright?

[ He leaves no room for questioning in his tone, either, and Yael knows that Yuui will fight him on this. Once all the spaghetti is cleared off the plate, he reaches up to run his fingers through that oily hair. ]

I hope eating has made you feel a little bit better.

[weaseled]

[He almost cringes when Yuui threads his fingers through his dirty hair. He knows it's dirty, doesn't he? Getting his hands messy like this isn't what Yael wants for him, and so he sighs, sitting back with crossed arms.]

Let me shower. I'll be quick.

[fluorite]

[ He knows, he can see it and feel it, but it's clear in the way he moves to do it again that he simply doesn't give a shit. ]

Want some help? I'll condition your hair and everything.

[ But he won't push. Yuui is starting to learn where he should push Yael and where he shouldn't—this is a battle he isn't going to fight. ]

[weaseled]

[Yael sighs, glancing off to the side.]

You seriously think I need help cleaning myself?

[There's no fight in his voice, but he has to put up some token resistance, doesn't he? He'd like that very much, Yuui, but this is one of those cases where a little friendly insistence will go a long way.]

[fluorite]

[ He lightly shoves Yael's shoulder. ]

I didn't say you need it. I asked if you wanted any.

[ Yuui grabs his own plate and starts to eat, waiting until he swallows to speak. ]

Honestly, I'd like to help you.

[weaseled]

[His sigh isn't purely performative— he's tired, but Yuui's company is enough to keep him from tottering off to spend another several hours molded to the couch cushions. A bath with a little assistance from a pair of loving hands... Yeah, that doesn't sound so bad.]

Fine. Since you insist.

[Hmph!!! (affectionate)]

[fluorite]

Wow, you're so agreeable~

[ He laughs to himself before he hurriedly finishes up his own spaghetti. Can't keep his very depressed boyfriend waiting, after all. ]

Come on.

[ Yuui motions for Yael to get up. ]

I'll even keep my underwear on for you, if you want that.

[weaseled]

Right, right...

[Yael hauls himself to his feet and ambles towards the bathroom, guiding Fai there, but. Wait. His brow arches.]

What, were you planning on getting naked to wash my hair?