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- What the fuck happened? - Those were the first words that Hanma heard after knocking on (y/n)'s door. His house was closer than Hanma's, and after the fight he had earlier, he wasn't exactly in the best state. Feeling (y/n)'s hand wrapping on his arm, Shuji felt himself being pulled inside, listening to the door being closed, and soon he was sat on a couch.
His mind was slightly hazed by the previous fight he got involved, lip busted and probably bleeding, right cheek starting to get purple, and a cut above his left eyebrow. This was just on his face, but being sincere, he didn't care about the pain, as his eyes just followed the shorter figure that kept walking around the house, getting everything he needed to care for Hanma's bruises.
When (l/n) finally got everything he needed, he sat beside Hanma, his med kit with him, and started to get everything ready to clean the taller male's bruises. During all the time, his face was serious, a slight frown on his forehead as his eyes concentrated on his boyfriend's harmed face, slowly starting to clean it. He saw as Shuji sometimes flinched with the foreign feeling, but soon got used. The silence was somehow uneasy, and Hanma could see the bottled anger of his partner, even if he tried to conceal it.
- Say it. - Hanma's voice broke the silence for the first time in a while.
- What do you want me to say? - Asked (y/n) his face still not changing from his serious one. Shuji wasn't used to that.
- You're mad, aren't you?
- Why would I, you just took a beating. Normal. - (y/n) sarcastically said, going to put away his med kit, leaving Hanma behind. Sighing in distress, Shuji got up, going after (l/n), that went to the bathroom.
- Come on, you know my lifestyle. I'm a gang leader. - He said, seeing (y/n) stomp his way from the bathroom to his room.
- I know, and I already told you I understand. - They've had that conversation before, and (y/n) accepted Hanma's gangster life, but that wasn't the point this time.
- Then why are you mad? - The taller male asked, entering the bedroom after (y/n), suddenly feeling his back touching something cold, trapped between the wall and (y/n). (l/n)'s eyes burned with a different glow, that Hanma have never seen on his shorter partner, and even if there was a difference between their heights, at that moment, Shuji couldn't feel it. His heart was beating almost painfully fast on his chest, his breath slightly trembling, feeling the warmth of (y/n) being so close.
- Because I care about you, and I don't like seeing you hurt. - The (h/c) haired male's voice was low, sending a weird shiver through Hanma's body. That had never happened before, and the golden-eyed male didn't know what to do. On his head, (y/n) had always been the gentle, caring type, and even if they hadn't got to the point of having sex yet, he had always seen his boyfriend as a bottom, because of his personality and height, but at that exact moment, he started to doubt. His legs got weirdly weak, with his boyfriend's words and proximity. Could it be, that (y/n) was not a bottom as Hanma thought? - Please, - Started (y/n), hands slowly moving to hold Shuji's face on his palms, showing all the care he could, even if his voice was still low. - Take better care of yourself. - He finished, looking right into Hanma's eyes, (e/c) and dark yellow crashing.
