Everchanging

Snitch

!!TW!! Hospitals, stalking, bullying, self-hatred, (very slight) suicidal thoughts, paranoia

Senjuro walked through the hospital halls with practiced ease. He has traveled this building one too many times for his liking but that had led him here, visiting his friend's room. Kyojuro had come home from work sadder than normal, his face puffy and pinkish from crying. When Senjuro had asked him what was wrong Kyojuro didn't answer directly, he gave an impish smile before asking the boy if he wanted to visit Genya.

In the hospital.

Of course, he had said yes, so now he was standing in front of room 115 with Kyojuro behind him. It didn't take much convincing for Senjuro to open the door, running into the room expecting the worst. What if Kyogo had come back? What if Genya went too far hurting himself? Was it another panic attack? Did his wounds reopen?

But violet eyes widened when he entered, soothing Senjuro like a balm. Genya was awake, sitting up in his bed with Sanemi fixing a pillow behind him. A relaxed smile found Genya's face, waving at the other like he wasn't in a hospital.

"He's a bit loopy because of his pain medicine." Sanemi answered the unasked question, patting his brother's head before stepping away. "Can you watch him while I grab everyone some food? He hasn't eaten yet."

"Of course, Sanemi. Take your time." Kyojuro smiled, a far cry from his usual boisterous personality. The other man seemed to notice, his eyebrow ticking but he didn't mention it. Deciding to ask later, Sanemi patted his friend on the shoulder and left.

"Hi, Genya." Senjuro asked cautiously, stepping closer to the bed. His eyes scanned for any obvious injuries but nothing much came up. A few bruises and red spots, a scratch here and there, his lip was also split but nothing that pointed to disaster. A flushed face smiled at him, Genya swaying back to lay on his pillow.

"Hey, Sen. What're you doing here?" His voice was shaky, cracking from strain. It made both Rengokus wince as Kyojuro took a seat and Senjuro held his friend's trembling hand.

"I was worried, dummy. You're in the hospital." Senjuro bit back his tears, relief flooding him when the vision of Genya awake and alive laid before him. "Don't scare me like that."

"My bad. Thought I had it under control. I guess I was wrong." Genya shrugged, but Senjuro became skeptical.

"Thought you had what under control?" Senjuro nudged a bit, hoping that a loopy Genya would be less closed off. But all he got was a shrug of the shoulders before the boy was changing the subject. The boy leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the younger boy and tugging him closer. Senjuro could now tell how warm the other's skin was through his clothes, an illness would explain the permanent flush on Genya's face.

"Come sit with me, the chairs are shit." By the time Senjuro had sat himself on the side of his friend's bed, Genya's face still resting on his shoulder, the other's eyes had slipped closed. He wasn't asleep, Senjuro could tell by his breathing and the strong grip around his pinky. Senjuro's face pinched, barely speaking loud enough to be heard.

"Genya, are you okay?" His shaking grip on Senjuro's finger made the boy convinced that Genya wasn't as calm as he tried to make out. His question was answered when the boy shook his head, his eyes still closed and his cheek still pressed against the warmth of the younger boy.

"I don't like hospitals." It was simple. A simple issue that couldn't really be fixed at the moment. But if Senjuro's space and presence helped Genya feel a little more at ease then the boy was happy to indulge. His small hand raised, brushing through the tangles of Genya's wild hair. He wondered what the style was called, he'd never seen it before. But he couldn't help but think that only Genya could pull that haircut off.