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[@itsyobirthd4y] Unfairness at its finest

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…Hm?

So this scary guy was Mr Strange Name the friend Art had referred to? The one that took a week to finally show some concern? He supposed punching him wouldn’t solve anything except get him in trouble with police; not that he wasn’t already in trouble with them somehow. Though, it wasn’t as if any attack he preformed would have any force behind it.

"Ratio, Ratio," he tested, the name sounding familiar yet distant on his tongue, "I’ve heard about you from a certain police officer with a disgusting mole." There was still a smirk on his face, but it seemed more and more forced by the second. "I must say, doc, I’m hurt it took you so long to visit.

"After all, we’re suppose to be old friends, right?" There was a hint of smothered bitterness in his voice and in his words; he couldn’t help but feel a little upset, though he didn’t particularly know why. It was a mystery to him why he had such mixed feelings now: he should be completely and utterly pissed, yet there was a hint of relief mixed in.

Ratio was visibly taken aback by Birthday's reaction.

So Art did say unnecessary things to the blond -- Ratio would make sure he wouldn't be visiting again. At least not for the mean time. Either way, he didn't fool himself into thinking that maybe, just maybe, Birthday remembered anything about him. His words were enough proof of that.

Clearing his throat and flexing his fingers, the doctor fought to keep his composure untouched as he adjusted the black gloves hidding both of his hands. "I wasn't in town when you... Got in the accident." The fact he had been back since the previous day didn't need to be said out loud. Only God knew how much courage he had to gather up in order to be sitting there right now.

"Stay still." Reaching for the handcuffs, Ratio stuck two fingers between the metal and Birthday's wrist. All he needed was to press little strength against the material for it to twist enough to allow the younger male's hand to slip free. Perhaps showing off his unnatural strength wasn't a good idea, but what did Art had in mind when he handcuffed an ill patient, after all?

Honestly.

Reaching for the tablet previously left aside, his attention seemed to focus on it as he typed down a few words. It was hard to look at Birthday and be stared back with such an... Unfamiliar gaze, as if he's a stranger. The lump in his throat was already uncomfortable enough.

"How are you feeling today? Does your head still hurt?"

[@itsyobirthd4y] Unfairness at its finest

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The room was uncomfortably silent and uninteresting. Birthday had to have traced every line there was in this room five times over. He had been left only to his own thoughts inside this room, and he couldn’t attempt to leave either (if he was physically well enough) because of a certain someone who had cuffed him to his bed.

His boredom was ended when someone entered the room. The person was in a lab coat, so he assumed it was one of the staff here. However, he looked rather scary. There was an eyepatch over his eye, and he wore gloves that were black rather than white latex. Birthday felt like he should be scared somehow, but the feeling simply wouldn’t emerge.

He sat up on his bed so he could look at the newcomer with a clearer focus. It was also rather difficult to speak while laying down. The pain in his head was only a dull throb too, so it didn’t ail him too much.

"So what name do I have the honor of calling you, doctor?" he said with a small smirk, trying to keep things lively. Better lively than anything else, because soon enough he’ll be left alone in this room again.

He couldn’t blame the nurses (or that stupid Art person) for having to leave in their own rushes; there was work to be done, and he knew he wasn’t someone special. If he was someone important, those nurses would be surrounding him now, all with their short skirts and unbuttoned uniforms.

But, something deep in his mind told him that the guy here now was a better replacement.

Ratio caught sight of the handcuff tying Birthday's wrist to the bed, and he raised an eyebrow, momentarily distracted from the matter in hands. That could only be Art's doing -- when did the detective stop for a visit? And what did he even say to Birthday?

Forcing memories on someone with amnesia was never a good thing. And considering Birthday's overall health wasn't the best out there as well, he could hope that Art didn't say or do anything unnecessary.

The question almost threw Ratio off balance as his attention quickly shifted to the blond, and he pressed his lips together, chest tightening once more though he tried to keep the 'doctor posture' intact. It had been just another reminder that his childhood friend has forgotten everything about him -- and it hurt, deeply so.

"My name is Ratio." He said after a moment of silence, trying to regain his composure as he pulled a chair so he could take a seat next to the bed, tabled being left on top of the table nearby. Keeping himself busy and focused on his task as a doctor was the best option at the moment, and it'd help keeping all those thoughts and unwanted feelings at the very back of his mind.

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[@itsyobirthd4y] Unfairness at its finest

Ratio had been out of town for work when the accident happened -- and hearing about it and its consequences first thing as soon as he stepped in Toshi City again had been a bit too much for him to handle. To the point of the doctor needing a day and a half before he gathered up enough courage to make his way to the hospital.

It's like when you hide from certain possibilities in fear of them being real.

The thought of an amnesiac Birthday didn't quite register in his mind.

But there had been no escape from the truth once he entered the blond's room and was greeted by the gaze of someone that did not recognize him. That had no idea who he was at all.

For a moment Ratio forgot how to breathe. The pressure squeezing his chest tight was uncomfortable and his arms felt strangely heavy, gloved fingers gripping harder at the tabled in his hand. Birthday didn't remember about him. Didn't remember about their promises, didn't remember about everything they've been through together all those years, didn't remember--

But he's alive.

He remembered himself, snapping out of the negative thoughts.

Birthday is alive and that's all that should matter. He's alive and Ratio was there to take care of him. Like it should be. So he took in a deep breath, swallowed dry, and then made his way to the bed with slow steps after sliding the door closed behind him.

This certainly wasn't the time to let himself be consumed by sadness--

"I will be your doctor from today onwards."

--and still Ratio couldn't help but wonder. What else would life take from him?

#itsyobirthd4y #dont talk to me.

If neither lightning nor punches work...how about both at once?!

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valentines || birthday & ratio

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Birthday took a closer look at the box that was held out to him. He didn’t particularly care which one Ratio had chosen, because he knew that he would enjoy all of them. Without examining it too closely, he gave an answer. “Yeah, sure.”

After giving his answer, he made his way over to the living room couch and laid down on it, one arm covering his eyes. The first thing he would do after eating would be to go back to sleep, preferably with Ratio again, but… well he would be lying a bit if he didn’t care. It was really nice to sleep with another person by his side, or rather, it was nice to sleep with Ratio by his side.

He wondered even when this little dip of his health went away, if it would be alright to sleep together. Maybe he would fake being sick to get attention.

But, he didn’t think Ratio would really deny anything he willed if it wasn’t extremely out of line, like buying a new car because Birthday didn’t like the color. Even that was ridiculous by his standards, though he did always want to ride in a bright yellow car that wasn’t a taxi.

He let out a weak chuckle from his position on the couch.

"Alright." Ratio answered with a nod, following Birthday with his gaze till he was out of the kitchen, before turning his attention to the microwave.

Heating up the food was simple enough, something that even the navy-haired male, who wasn't the best cook out there at all, could do without setting the place on fire. It didn't take more than two minutes for it to be ready, and Ratio carefully replaced the plastic box by a proper plate and a pair of chopsticks. Filling a glass with the orange juice he found in the fridge, he took everything to the living room.

Just in time to hear Birthday's laugh, which had the doctor arching up an eyebrow in curiosity.

"What are you laughing about?" He asked, placing the food on the middle table before finding himself a spot on the couch to sit, an arm finding rest on the back of the sofa.

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[@yiinfens] Cure On The Making

Jem would be reluctant to call himself a survivor— given that the substance was indeed what was killing him, and not his lung disorder, as was previously thought. Still, he smiled gently as the doctor spoke, and shifted his weight a little to lean back in the chair slightly.

"Yes, my appearance is due to the yin fen— it has pigment-altering effects, as you can see." He gestured a little to his hair, his eyes, his eyelashes, in a small circle with his splayed fingers. "And it’s fine to ask— you’re a doctor, you need to know. I could try to help identify the effects for you, if you’d like me to assist— not much is known about yin fen poisoning at this stage, you understand."

Ratio himself couldn't help but smile slightly at the polite answer. Although making questions was part of his job, one never knows when a certain inquisition can end up rubbing against a wound that should have left untouched. He didn't want to offend his patient by accident, after all.

"I see. Indeed, I myself am not really familiar with the effects of the yin fen." The doctor confessed, attention shifting briefly to his tabled as he typed down some words again, before the device was left aside. Adjusting the black gloves covering his hands, he pushed his chair back just enough to be able to get up. "First, I would like to take a bit of your blood, to update your internal situation concerning the lung disorder."

He pulled closer a small table, made of metal, where a few medical instruments were sitting on top, including a syringe and tubes to collect blood with. "Second, if possible, could you then list me other effects the drug has in your body?" Since he's going to be treating Jem from now on, he should know.

#yiinfens #it's okay omfg don't worry!!

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Birthday didn’t resist Ratio’s shift in position, nor did he resist the hands that were undressing him. In fact, he helped with the effort, wriggling out of his jacket and tossing it aside, then lifting up his shirt and throwing that aside as well. A long scar stretched from his stomach to his upper chest, a reminder of the past. It no longer brought pain like it did back when it was freshly made.

There was a smirk on his face, like always, as he traced his fingers down Ratio’s torso, his fingers only barely touching the other’s skin. His fingers eventually reached down to a belt. His eyes, which had been following his own fingers, looked up into his “friend“‘s eyes, a mischievous spirit in them. His single hand fiddled with the piece of metal for a bit. His other hand continued to feel the bones on the back of Ratio’s back.

A few moments passed like this, Birthday teasing the belt before finally going to undo it. It wasn’t too difficult even working with a single hand, after all, he was pretty good with his hands. The belt was undone in no time, as was the button and zipper. Ah, but he didn’t simply pull down those pants right away, rather, he left them in their place.

He began touching Ratio through the loosened pants, starting off with light and soft touches and slowly making them harder. All the while, he studied Ratio’s face for all kinds of reactions.

#itsyobirthd4y #nsfw?

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Birthday shivered slightly at the soft contact made on his neck and the hard gloved hand that was touching his back. While it would have been nice to feel a small bit of warmth from the hand, he knew there was no one else in the entire world that had this touch, something completely and distinctly Ratio.

He continued to unbutton Ratio’s shirt until the last button had been popped open. His hand trailed down the column of exposed skin, stopping just before he reached the belt. “So, Ratio-chan,” he said, taking a gentle hold of Ratio’s tie, rubbing the fabric between his fingers, “mind taking this off? Rather not have you choking, while, y’know~”

While his one hand toyed with the tie, the other that had been feeling Ratio’s hair moved downwards, to his neck. The vertebrae that stuck out from under the skin provided an interesting texture for Birthday’s fingertips, particularly the one bone that jutted out the most. For a while, his fingers only reached the vertebrae that appeared above the collar of Ratio’s shirt, but as the shirt was slowly unbuttoned, Birthday reached down slightly lower, taking the shirt lower in the process.

Once again Ratio was reminded of his lack of a sense of touch -- what a shame it was, to not be able to feel the texture of Birthday's skin under his fingers as he pressed them, even so carefully, against the base of his back, pulling him closer just a tad more in the process.

The solution to his 'problem' was easily found however, as the doctor pressed his mouth right under the blond's jawline, letting his teeth scrap lightly against the flesh before nuzzling the spot, appreciating its smoothness.

The feeling of fingers sliding against his own skin sent pleasant shivers down Ratio's spine and he sighed out against Birthday's neck, the muscles of his exposed chest flexing a little in reflex. And then he rolled his eyes, pulling back just enough so he could stare at the other with an arched eyebrow. "While what?" He deadpanned, but it wasn't a serious question -- he would need to be blind to not know what path this whole situation is taking.

Both hands quickly moving to the sides of Birthday's hips, the older male held on as he pushed himself to a sitting position, letting his back rest against the couch without moving Birthday from his lap. The tie was easily taken off and left aside, before he reached out to do the same with Birthday's jacket and shirt. It wasn't fair that he's the only one getting undressed.

#itsyobirthd4y #nope you did not come back

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Ratio was probably the only person in the city and back at home that was still under the impression that they were simply “best friends.” Even if he was a doctor, there were times where he could be quite dense. Times like this where he was making out with the person he still considered a “best friend.”

Birthday would teach Ratio that that label wasn’t quite appropriate. His tongue traced the rows of teeth inside the other’s mouth, then moved to touch and play with the separate tongue exploring his own mouth. While his mouth was occupied, his hands moved to occupy themselves. One hand went to Ratio’s head, wrapping around the other male’s head and feeling the slightly coarse follicles of hair between his fingers.

The other hand went elsewhere. It was slowly unbuttoning Ratio’s shirt, not even bothering to take off his tie, knowing full well it would end up like a noose if Birthday actually attempted anything. His hand was deft, able to pick out at least four buttons in no time at all. He had to stop in order to break the kiss. What he wanted to do was look at Ratio’s reaction, or at the very least, see Ratio looking disheveled.

He liked such a sight because he knew he had caused it.

Ratio can be quite dense, but he's not stupid. 'Best friends' are not supposed to touch and kiss each other like that. But his mind was too busy caught up in the moment for him to actually bother with trying to find a better label to describe their current relationship. That could be done later, after he's done satisfying the sudden urge to feel the other more.

The fingers on his hair drew out a sigh from Ratio, muffled by the kiss as their mouths stayed glued together. The sudden coldness that hit his now half-exposed chest did make him shiver a bit, but it wasn't an unpleasant sensation. If anything, the action just encouraged Ratio; if Birthday wanted to heat things up, then he wouldn't let himself be left behind.

Eyes narrowing at the blond when the kiss was broken, the doctor took in a deep breath, lifting his head up just enough to brush his swollen lips against Birthday's neck. He made a trail up to his chin, the tip of his tongue sliding slightly against the skin as he pressed soft kisses against it.

At the same time, Ratio sneaked a hand under the younger's vest, gloved fingertips touching the base of his spine, but there was no pressure to the touch.

#itsyobirthd4y #come back here yo

[@karasuno-beauty] Amending Mistakes

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Kiyoko had been surprised at the mix-up with the deliveries, though she supposed something like this wasn’t really uncommon. The mayor was a pretty mischievous person after all, whoever he was.

And she’d been thrilled when the person who had received Yamaguchi-kun’s roses to her had contacted the manager, as the freckled boy had been distressed about it. He’d spent a lot of money on the bouquet, after all. It would have been a true shame if she’d never received them, as it was a gift of appreciation from the whole team. So she had immediately agreed to meet to get her roses back, along the way discovering this was also the person whose rose she had gotten. What a lucky coincidence.

"Are you… Ratio-san?"

Her response had been more than enough to confirm Ratio's assumptions, and he offered the girl a polite smile as he nodded his head. "Yes, that's right."

Straightening himself up properly, the doctor exposed the bouquet he had been holding then, the pink-colored roses looking like they've been taken care of well while under his watch. Not that Ratio was a plants-type of person, but damaging someone else's gift was not something anyone should allow, after all.

"I believe this is for you." He said, extending the flowers to Shimizu with a hand, while the other held out a folded, small white letter as well. "Together with this." How could the Mayor make such a mistake was beyond his understanding. But alas, the Valentine's Day season had been quite chaotic around there.

#karasuno-beauty #i need smiling!ratio icons but so lazy hhh

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valentines || birthday & ratio

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Birthday looked at the painkiller for a moment, wondering if a single one would be enough. He decided that if it wasn’t, then more could always be taken. Without heeding Ratio’s advice, he placed the pill in his mouth and chugged the water until the glass was empty. He placed the glass back down.

It would take half an hour for the medicine to take effect, he knew that, but he was growing impatient. He could feel his head pounding with every heartbeat, bringing with it waves of dizziness and weakness. He wished for winter to end soon, or for the weather to warm up, so that this little episode would end.

But, no one could control the weather. All he could do really was just not take any risks and take it easy. Part of that included actually eating something. Perhaps he would have the appetite if he gorged on his favorite foods. “Hey Ratio-chan,” he said, his voice sound a little distant, “can you heat up one of those bentos for me?” He leaned in a bit into Ratio’s hand, actually utilizing the other’s support.

Of course Birthday wouldn't listen to his advice, but then again, taking a single painkiller with an empty stomach had never killed anyone. As he closed the cabinet above them, he wondered if there was something else that could help the other with the apparent headache. Maybe some tea? Ratio did remember buying some last time he did the shopping.

The blond's request caught his attention, and like usual (well, most of the time), the doctor nodded his head almost obediently. Indulging Birthday in whatever he wants to do has already became a habit.

"Of course." Gloved fingers pressed lightly against the other's back before he stepped away and towards the fridge, pulling out from it the bag he had brought with him earlier that day. There were several bento boxes in there, and Ratio took out one of them after rummaging around for a moment, showing it to Birthday. "This one?" Something with meat would certainly do him some good.

#itsyobirthd4y #they are such a married couple gosh #look at them

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