Big Book of Writing

Misstep (Sanniuri, SDRA2)

This is an art trade for a friend on discord, I hope they like it! Also, happy pride month!

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In his free time, Mikado liked to meditate by himself. Nobody ever bothered him unless they desperately needed something, so he could refill his mana in peace. Hope's Peak Academy was a place where he was only required to show up at the practical exams, so he was fine with not going anywhere.

But suddenly, his phone loudly rang out in the middle of his meditation. Mikado sighed and opened his eyes, turning on his phone and checking the caller ID. To his surprise, it was Nikei calling him; he usually didn't call during his work hours.

He shared the dorm with Nikei, he was even dating him for a reason he couldn't exactly remember. But while he was out getting interviews, Nikei only called him if he needed something to be teleported over to him fast. With that in mind, Mikado answered the phone.

"Hello, Nikei. Did you need something?" The wizard warmly greeted, looking over at the clock near his bed. It was past noon already, he must have been meditating for a while then.

"Yes. Um, I mean, it's not something I forgot at home." Nikei's voice sounded a bit strained, and Mikado was immediately concerned. "Listen, my hand started hurting a lot and I can't move it, and then I misstepped and twisted my ankle. I need you to pick me up."

"Hm, alright. You wouldn't call otherwise. I'll be there in a bit." Mikado hung up and sighed, getting up from the floor and stretching for a few seconds. He wasn't sure if Nikei was overreacting or trying to prank him, but he decided to take his chances as he teleported over to where Nikei was.

He ended up behind the school and in front of the journalist, and he looked down to see Nikei on the ground with a embarrassed scowl. His left leg was outstretched, had its shoe off, his scarf was wrapped around his ankle, and his pen normally kept behind his ear was used as a splint in the makeshift bandage. In addition. he clutched his right hand as he breathed heavily.

"Oh dear, this looks quite troublesome." Mikado commented, looking the journalist over. "Show me your hand."

Nikei glared at the ground as he carefully gave both of his hands to Mikado. The wizard removed the left hand and looked at his right hand. Nikei always treasured this hand, his writing hand that got him out of hell and he believed was his worth, and now it was all curled inwards and shaking.

"Hm, looks like a hand cramp. You've been overworking yourself again." The wizard stated, and Nikei was stopped from taking his hand back. Instead, Mikado rubbed slow circles in his palm to relax the tensed muscles, and Nikei's expression started to look less pained and more embarrassed than anything.

When Nikei could move his hand again, Mikado released it and watched the journalist hold his hand close to his chest and kiss it happily. He looked up at Mikado, then glanced down at his ankle. "So, you gonna massage my ankle and make it better, or...?"

"If it's twisted, then it can't be healed like that. And if you continue exerting yourself like this, both your hand and your ankle will hurt worse. Seriously, even children know this." Mikado replied, and the smaller boy huffed and looked away from him. "I will bring you back home, where you will rest for the remainder of the day. There will be no arguing with me on this."

As Nikei continued to scowl and look away with blush on his cheeks, Mikado bent down and scooped the journalist up into a bridal carry, then teleported back to their dorm while taking Nikei's missing shoe with them. Nikei looked a little dizzy, not used to teleportation, but Mikado immediately walked over to their bed and put him down on it.

"Ow! Dammit, be careful!" Nikei yelped as he was put down. He huffed and took off his jacket, then adjusted himself on the bed with a grumpy face. "At least I got enough information to do an article. I should-" He winced as he instinctively tried to get to his feet, but reluctantly settled back when he was reminded of his hurt ankle. "Correction: you should get my laptop."

"Pfft, always so needy, Nikei." Mikado teased as he brought the journalist's work laptop from his desk. I'd normally heal the ankle with magic, but I think you actually need to relax for once, so I won't."

"Fucking bastard." Nikei grumbled, opening his laptop and turning it on. A thought suddenly occurred to him as it booted up. "Wait a second, since when could you heal things with your magic?! That would have been nice to know when I was changing the goddamn lightbulbs in here!"

"Once again, I told you that I had my hands full and you shouldn't have handed me the lightbulb yet. It wasn't my fault that you cut yourself on the glass." He replied nonchalantly. "Besides, I have magic that you would never think me capable of. For example, I can fit the whole world right in my hands."

"What the fuck? No you can't, dumbass." Nikei huffed and shook his head. "Even with your magic, that's impossible. Not without a bunch of 'Alice in Wonderland'-styled property destruction."

"Sure it is, just watch!" Mikado chirped, putting his hands on either side of the journalist's face and cupping his cheeks. "See, I told you!"

Nikei's face went red, and he shoved the blonde's hands off him. "Fuck off, I have a damn reputation."

"You also have a hurt ankle, so you aren't going anywhere." The blonde sat beside him on the bed. "Besides, it's just us here. Your reputation in this dorm is equivalent to that of a cute kitten."

"St-Stop calling me that, asshole!" The journalist protested, averting his gaze and clenching his teeth as he focused on the article in front of him. He would rather keep trying to ignore the wizard beside him than acknowledge his teasing.

Mikado decided to give Nikei a brief break from his teasing and laid back on the bed. Neither he nor Nikei knew much about love or how it felt like, and their love was twisted yet functional as they continued staying together. The afternoon began to pass with the journalist writing his article and the wizard beside him resuming his meditation.

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