driving in my caaar right after a beeeer
only a lesbian could turn a stupid Deltarune joke into doomed yuri angst. fuck you @svwhssftr
also new sham border wahoo. happy ending au? even though that defeats the purpose of sham it doesn’t matter this is abt kai hitting crow with his fucking car
“Is everything a fucking joke to you?” Strike exclaimed, dropping her shoulder to slam Crow’s tote bag of assorted belongings onto the Shiroganes’ front porch.
“I’m sorry if I didn’t think this was a serious issue!” Crow responded, his voice steady but his fingers fidgeting with the kandi around his wrists. “You never once acted like this would be a dealbreaker. You didn’t care for how long, again?”
“I’m exhausted with you acting like your entire life’s one big standup routine. This isn’t cute, Jo. There is no audience to applaud your dumbassery.”
“God forbid I have a personality, I guess.”
“Your entire personality is a lack of self-awareness. I can’t deal with this shit anymore. You are so immature.”
“I’m immature? I’m not the one throwing her boyfriend out for acting the same exact way he has since we met!”
Strike slammed the door shut and inched closer to him, her quick steps pushing him down the brick stairs. “That’s my point exactly! Your carefree attitude works for a minute, but once I get serious, I expect you to reciprocate.”
“Since when were we serious? We agreed this was casual!”
“What about us was casual?” she screamed. “You are the only guy I’ve let get this close to me. I’ve told you every-fucking-thing about me, we talked about our future together, I tell my family all about us—my dad fucking loves you! He thinks you’re a good guy! Do you know how fucking hard that is?”
“I am a good guy!” Crow argued, his soles slipping as he stepped from the concrete walkway into the lawn. “Forgive me for holding you to what started our entire relationship. Do you know how fucking impossible it is to read how you feel?”
“It should have been pretty damn obvious that I was genuinely happy with you.”
“That doesn’t mean you didn’t want us to be casual.”
“There were a million fucking signs. I’m sorry I didn’t spell out word-for-word to you what our relationship was. I’m sorry I didn’t fucking baby you through a relationship between two adults. You cannot be as fucking stupid as you make yourself out to be.”
Crow bit his bottom lip. “You act like I have any control over my reading of social cues. I’ve never been in a relationship like this before—I’ve never had a relationship period—“
Strike blinked, admittedly taken aback by his sudden assertiveness.
“I’m not exactly all there emotionally, and you should know that by now. I thought you understood that. I thought we understood each other.”
“I’m not a mind-reader, Crow,” she said.
“Neither am I. So, I’m sorry if I misunderstood what a serious relationship was. I thought someone interested in a serious relationship would initiate more than thoughtless sex with me.”
Strike’s face lifted. “What?”
“Don’t act like you ever wanted anything more from me than my body. You can admit it. I’m not offended by that.”
“You can go back through all of our messages if you want. The only things you’ve wanted from me have been sex and the occasional date or whatever that would inevitably lead to it.”
“Our feelings were mutual about that. You clearly liked it.”
“Yeah, I did! I didn’t mind being in that sort of relationship with you because that was clearly what we both wanted to do. At least I thought so.”
“So, what are you saying? You only used me for sex, too?”
“No. If I wanted a sex toy, I’d fucking buy one. I liked you, Strike. I loved everything about you, but I just assumed you didn’t care about me as much. You’ve just confirmed it now.”
“Your argument makes no sense, then. Obviously, I wanted more than sex out of you. That’s why I wanted you to take me seriously.”
“What else did you want, then? Because it clearly wasn’t my personality.”
Strike pursed her lips and stared him up and down, racking her brain for an answer. He softly laughed.
“God, I was right,” he whispered. “I knew better than to do this—to let myself get attached to you.”
“I wasn’t using you for your body,” Strike stammered, her brain fuzzy with static.
“You’ve said more than enough. We’re done. I’m going home.” Crow’s voice broke as he stepped backwards, slinging his bag over his shoulder and lifting his cane. “Tell Mako he was right about everything.”
“The hell’s that supposed to mean?”
Crow backed into the road in front of the house. “He was right—you’re nothing but an unstable bitch and I don’t have enough self-esteem to see through what you said to me. God, to think I believed you! Seriously, what about me is good for anything?”
“Crow!” Strike screamed, her eyes widening.
“Oh, now that I’ve called you out, you’re taking it back?”
“Mako, fucking get out here!” Strike shouted, banging on his door as he pried off his headphones.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, uncaring.
“Dad just hit Crow with his car.”
“He what?” Mako slowly closed his laptop.
“Crow’s dumbass walked into the road while we were arguing, and you know him, all he wears is black, so Dad didn’t see him, and he couldn’t slow down in time. And he fucking hit him.”
“Is Crow—is he okay? Holy shit.”
“Probably. He took him to the hospital.”
“Why didn’t you go with them?”
Strike looked down at her chipped nails. “We just broke up. He’s not my issue anymore.”
“You what?” Mako exclaimed with significantly more concern than before.
“Yeah. It was for the better. I wanted to get serious with him, he didn’t know what that meant, it was a whole clusterfuck.”
“You wanted Crow Sang to get serious? That’s your fault.”
“And we’re sure Crow is okay?”
“Physically, probably. Mentally, probably not. He broke a few bones, but he should be fine. He’s had worse surgeries before.”
“Just because he’s been through worse doesn’t erase the fact that he just got hit by a car.”
“Wait. Don’t tell dad we broke up.”
“I can milk this. If I guilt trip him into thinking he hit my poor, defenseless boyfriend with a car, I can persuade him to buy me those new wheels I’ve wanted for ages.”
“Your boyfriend just got hit by a fucking car and all you can think about is how you can milk it?”
“I’m trying to make the best of the situation!”
“We should probably go check on him.”
“You can go. I’m staying here. I don’t want to see him.”
“You don’t want to see him all pathetic and beaten down one last time?”
Strike clicked her tongue. “That is enticing. Fine. I’ll drive.”
“Noeul, I am so fucking sorry,” Kai pleaded. “Seriously, he’s the size of a fucking flea and was wearing all black, I could not see him. Really, you should have taught him not to run out into the road at night.”
“I guess all the cheer moms were right,” Marie sighed. “Being emo is dangerous, but not in the ways they assumed.”
“You can be honest with me, Kai,” Noeul said. “We both know that wasn’t the only factor at play there.”
“Was I a little wine-drunk? Maybe. But this still wasn’t my fault entirely.”
“You know you’re going to owe me for the rest of your life for this, right?”
“Can you pay for a hot tub for us?” Marie asked.
“What? They have one. But I know what Crow and Strike do in there, so I don’t want to use theirs.”
Kai raised his eyebrows. “I’ll have to start cleaning it better, then.”
Noeul cringed. “How are you so unfazed by discussions about what our kids do when we’re not around?”
“What’s Crow gonna do to her?” Kai shrugged “I’m sure I did much worse when I was their age. At least they trust us enough not to hide it.”
“I wish they hid it.” Marie gazed into the sterile hospital walls like a forlorn soldier.
“Speak of the devil,” Noeul murmured, pocketing his keys as Strike and Mako casually strolled down the hall.
“Sorry it took us so long,” Strike said, rolling her eyes. “This fatass had to stop and get a honey bun from the vending machine.”
“I hadn’t eaten dinner!” Mako protested.
“And you got a honey bun? Do you know how long that’s probably been sitting there?”
“I don’t care,” Mako murmured, judgmentally side-eyeing her as he ripped a chunk of his honey bun off with his teeth. “How’s Crow doing?”
“He’ll be alright,” Noeul said. “He broke his leg, but he’s no stranger to walking with aids. He’ll heal in about a month.”
“Hey, I know someone else who walks with AIDS,” Strike said, subtly elbowing Mako. Marie loudly laughed.
“Marie, that wasn’t funny,” Noeul said through clenched teeth.
“No, that was funny,” Kai corrected.
“What? What was funny about—oh.” Mako’s face dropped as he realized he was the butt of the joke.
“It’s okay, Mako, we know you don’t have AIDS,” Marie said. “Getting no action has its perks.”
“And how many of you got into UCLA, again?” Noeul casually asked.
“One,” Mako proudly replied, smugly grinning.
“Same number of old men’s backseats he’s made out in,” Strike whispered. Mako’s face turned whiter than a bedsheet.
“Dani,” Kai said, eyes lowering.
“Yeah, that wasn’t necessary,” Noeul said, sharply inhaling.
“Marie’s laughing,” Strike pointed out.
“No, I’m not!” Marie exclaimed, trying to hide the smile on her face.
“You won’t be getting that hot tub anytime soon if you keep acting like this,” Noeul said, gently stepping on her foot.
The door to Crow’s room gently opened, a rightfully concerned look plastered on the doctor’s face after overhearing their conversations. “He’s open for visitors now. He should be awake in a few minutes.”
“Thank you,” Noeul softly said, nodding as he led the way into the room. He and Marie were well-accustomed to the sight and smell of visiting Crow in hospital rooms, but Mako and Strike weren’t.
“Oh, he looks so helpless,” Mako said, shaking his head. “I can’t stand seeing him like this.”
“Did you forget the flowers in the car?” Strike asked.
“Fuck, I did,” Mako said, taking Strike’s keys. “I’ll run to get them.”
“You didn’t have to get him flowers,” Noeul said, his tone brightening.
“It was the least we could do,” Mako said, half-smiling as he left the room.
“We picked up a card and some candy, too.” Strike took the card from the pocket of her oversized denim jacket and placed it on the cabinet beside Crow’s bed.
“I’m so glad Crow has friends like you two,” Noeul sighed. “Always so thoughtful. You’re acting like you’re the ones who ran him over.”
“It was partially my fault,” Strike admitted. “We were arguing over something stupid outside, and he was distracted.”
“You weren’t driving wine-drunk on a Tuesday.” Noeul heavily side-eyed Kai.
“God forbid a man has a hobby,” Kai said beneath his breath.
“Will we get to sign his cast or anything?” Marie asked, adjusting the tongues of the knee-high Converse she stole from her brother.
“No, I’m pretty sure they’re using another type of cast for him. Something a bit less distracting,” Noeul explained.
“Damn, I was hoping for custody over these bad boys for the next month,” Marie sighed.
“He’s limited to very little physical activity, so I doubt he’ll be able to fight you for them,” Noeul said.
“Limited physical activity?” Strike repeated. “For a whole month?”
Noeul closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Yes, Dani, I know exactly what you’re thinking—and the answer is no, you can’t. I’m sorry.”
“Now I have no reason to apologize to him,” she mumbled, fidgeting with the buttons on her jacket. “Fuck, I guess he was right about me. I was just using him for sex.”
“You were under the impression you weren’t?” Marie chimed in.
“You clearly weren’t into him for his looks.” Kai tilted his head as he stared at Crow’s limp body, streaked eyeliner running down his chubby freckled cheeks.
“He’s cute in the knocked-down-puppy way,” Strike said. “You wouldn’t get it.”
“You’re right, I wouldn’t. Because I’m not attracted to children.”
“You know who was, though?” Strike said, inadvertently finishing his train of thought.
As if on cue, Mako re-entered the room with a miniature vase of flowers and a box of Skittles. “I’m back!”
Kai pursed his lips. “We have to stop joking about that.”
“It’s good material,” Strike said, slapping the back of his hand.
“Does he like daisies? He seems like he would like daisies,” Mako said, carefully positioning the vase of white and gold flowers beside the card.
“He’ll be elated to receive anything,” Noeul said.
Crow scrunched his nose and turned over in his bed, his eyes slowly opening. “What the fuck just happened?”
“Kai hit you with his car,” Noeul said, deadpan.
“Unfortunately not,” Marie said.
“We got you some flowers,” Mako said, awkwardly pointing at the vase.
“Oh, really? Thank you,” Crow slurred.
“And a card,” Strike added. “And some Skittles.”
Crow adjusted himself to look at Strike and placed his hands in his lap like a rag doll. “You’re so pretty.”
She almost blushed. “Ah—me? Or the flowers.”
“You. Sometimes I forget that,” Crow heavily blinked.
“He’s on a generous dose of morphine,” Noeul explained.
“We’re lucky he didn’t say worse,” Mako muttered.
“The fuck happened to my leg?” Crow asked.
“It’s broken,” Noeul said, “but you should be okay in a month or two.”
“Wasn’t it already fucked up? Did this fix it?” Crow asked.
Marie, once again, inappropriately laughed.
“No, bud, your broken leg did not fix your degenerative disease,” Noeul said, biting back a smile.
“Damn. What was the point of all this, then?” Crow asked.
“To serve as an anti-drunk driving PSA, I guess,” Kai added. “Kids, did we all learn our lesson?”
“Don’t cross the street if you’re emo?” Marie said.
“I thought it was ‘don’t date Strike under any circumstance.’” Mako said.
“I personally gathered that it was ‘Marie is the only bitch here with a sense of humor,’” Strike said.
“Close enough.” Kai shrugged.
“My head hurts,” Crow complained, slamming his head back into his pillow.
“And your leg doesn’t?” Marie asked.
“No, the morphine distracts from that,” Noeul said.
“You know from experience?” Marie asked. Noeul didn’t have an answer for her.
“Strike!” Crow exclaimed, waving her over like she was his personal assistant.
“The fuck?” she said under her breath.
“Go. You want to milk this situation for yourself? You’ll have to keep up the act,” Mako hissed.
“Yes, baby?” Strike sighed, sitting on her knees beside his bed.
“Give me a kiss. It’ll make me feel better.” Crow batted his tired, big eyes, and Strike’s chest tightened.
“Yes, baby.” She ran her fingers through his bangs and gently kissed his forehead, and he melted like nothing had changed between them.
“Does he remember their fight?” Mako asked, eyebrows raised.
“Probably not,” Noeul said. “Dani, you might be lucky your dad hit Crow when he did.”
“Yeah, it was cathartic to see him all bloody after the stupid shit he said,” Strike said. She glanced over at Noeul, and his expression told her all she needed to know.
“That’s not—that’s not what I meant.”
“It’s what I meant. But it’s whatever now—I can’t stand to let go of him yet.” She kissed his nose and ruffled his frizzy hair before returning to Mako’s side.
“I’m tired. Can we go home?” Marie complained.
“Someone needs to stay with him. I’m sorry, Mina,” Noeul said.
“I can stay with him,” Strike offered. “Mako can drive my car back, I don’t care. You all can sleep comfortably. You’ve spent a lot of nights here.”
“Do we trust her around a barely conscious Crow?” Kai chimed in.
“I’m not that evil!” Strike exclaimed.
“Point taken.” Kai awkwardly stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I’m just not used to you being the caring type without some sort of incentive.”
“I’m not,” Strike said. “I’m proving to him that I’m more than what he assumed about me.”
“So, you’re proving that you care about him?” Mako grinned.
“Shut up,” Strike grumbled.
“Thank you for offering, Dani.” Noeul patted her shoulder. “We’ll see you bright and early in the morning.”
“I have to wake up early?” Marie groaned. “But it’ll be a Saturday!”
“You’ll survive.” Noeul redirected his daughter’s wrathful glare outside the hospital room and led her outside.
“I’ll ride home with Dad. You’ll want your car in the morning,” Mako said, dropping Strike’s keys by Crow’s vase.
“Yeah, that’s probably a better idea,” Strike absentmindedly said, her eyes unmoving as she studied the way Crow’s messy curls framed his face.
“Call me if you need anything,” Kai said. “I don’t care how late it is.”
“I will,” Strike promised, still halfway listening.
As they left, Strike positioned herself on the plastic chair across from Crow’s bed. He adjusted his pillow and wrapped his arms around it.
“What time is it?” he murmured.
“Hmmph.” Crow’s makeup smudged on the sheer white sham. “I wish I could be next to you. On your bed. With a warm blanket.”
“We can do that after this.” Strike leaned forward and rested her chin on the back of her balled hand.
“Okay.” Crow’s eyes fluttered shut again, and Strike sighed as he gazed up at the humming fluorescent lights.
She was eighteen. She had time to figure out what she wanted with him. Really, there was no need to label something as unpredictable as their relationship with one another—even if she hadn’t done much more than indulge in having someone to fuck. But that was how she showed her love. There was nothing wrong with that, right? Not every girl had to be a hopeless gushy romantic for her boyfriend. She was never the emotional type, anyway. Neither of them were. Maybe staying beside him in the hospital overnight was enough to show she cared.
As her eyes grew heavy counting the freckles splattered across his face, she silently prayed it was.
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