For the prompt : would you do kuzuhina with 66 ?
66. “Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you”
Fuyuhiko undid his tie, hands shaking slightly even at a familiar and easy movement.
His surroundings, in contrast, were not familiar at all. They rarely were these days.
Him and his classmates never stayed in one place very long, to avoid some gutsy vigilantes trying to take them in as society and therefore jail rebuilt itself, and because their work took them all over. They were atoning for their past, dismantling despair, and that sort of job came with a whole lot of danger.
He heard the door open and his hands slipped on the buttons of his shirt. He steadied himself against the dresser.
“Things are getting kind of hairy down here, I have to go, but I just wanted to say that I love you.”
Fuyuhiko turned and folded his arms over his chest as Hajime entered the bedroom. “So, didn’t want to call a second time to let me know you were okay?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Hajime sighed and lifted what appeared to be a smashed cellphone. “Sorry.”
“Jeez, your excuses are getting really good. Physical evidence and everything this time.”
“Sorry, you just got home and I’m being an asshole,” Fuyuhiko said. “It’s just… there was a lot of gunfire in that call.”
“Yeah. I know.” Hajime’s face softened, and he closed the distance between them to drag Fuyuhiko in by his belt loops. He kissed Fuyuhiko’s forehead before speaking again. “Sorry to make you worry.”
“Like you could make me do anything,” Fuyuhiko teased, poking Hajime’s forehead roughly. His smirk quickly faded into a frown. “It’s just… is this how it’s gonna be now? Forever? Never knowing if everyones gonna make it home? Scary fucking calls from warzones of ‘hey just in case I die here, I love you’?”
Hajime frowned too, he didn’t know what to say to make it better.
“I made it home tonight,” he said.
“Made your way to the couch,” Fuyuhiko huffed, pushing his arms away and sulking dramatically.
“Aww, c’mon, you know how much that hurts my back,” Hajime played along, a small smile pulling at his lips.
“Shoulda thought about that before giving me a heart attack!”
“What if I make it up to you?” Hajime purred, pulling Fuyuhiko in, his back to Hajime’s chest, and kissing his cheek.
“Got a shit chance of doing that,” Fuyuhiko smirked. “You owe me big time.”
“I better get started now then,” Hajime said, though his flirting was broken by a yawn.
“Pffft.” Fuyuhiko turned in Hajime’s arms and put a hand over his mouth. “You’re going to bed alright, lover boy.”
“I’m not that tired,” Hajime insisted, nuzzling against Fuyuhiko’s neck.
“C’mon, time for pajamas,” Fuyuhiko said. “I’ll be mad at you tomorrow, and you can be sexy tomorrow too.”
Hajime chuckled and kissed him.