Big Book of Writing

Accelerating Fluctuation (Yamarugi, DRA)

Prompt: https://otpprompts.tumblr.com/post/78501261167/imagine-that-person-a-of-your-otp-has-hurt-their/amp

"Imagine that Person A of your OTP has hurt their ankle and is laid up with a cast and crutches. Person B is sitting next to them, doodling little hearts on their cast to cheer them up."

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Staying up late was becoming increasingly more common for Yamato as he tinkered with a reactor he'd been working on, a personal project he began before getting his acceptance letter. His father, Hanzo, had set a bedtime curfew for working on inventions after a few mishaps involving staying up too late - and a burnt garage.

The inventor hummed to himself as he tightened the screws on a metal plate, hoping that Mikako wouldn't hear him. If she decided to enforce Hanzo's curfew by force, then he'd be a dead man. At least he lived alone in his dorm, likely a privilege the academy gave his family for being rich. He briefly wondered if Hanzo lived in this room once.

As he turned over his reactor in the light of his desk lamp, his phone suddenly rang. He put the machine down and quickly answered the phone, bringing it to his ear. "Yamato Kisaragi, speaking."

"Hello, Mr. Kisaragi. My name is Asa Otani with the Toranomon Hospital," a feminine voice answered. "I'm calling on behalf of Tsurugi Kinjo, as you are the second person in his emergency contacts."

Yamato swallowed his nervousness, Tsurugi in the hospital was never a good thing. "I am aware that the first contact in his emergency list is his father, Juu Kinjo. Were you unable to get ahold of him?" he asked, remembering to keep a respectful tone.

"We called him first, sir. But we were told that Mr. Juu Kinjo was too busy to come see him, so we went to the next contact in the list," the receptionist answered. "Are you able to come down?"

"Yes, I'll be right over," Yamato replied and hung up. He wasn't surprised that Juu hadn't gone to visit his son yet, seeing as he was the chief of police, but even Hanzo gave Yamato and Mikako the time of day when one of them was hurt or in distress. At least Tsurugi seemed to be alright, or the call would've been more urgent.

Yamato took his coat and left his dorm, heading to his car. He didn't really care if he was recognized in public, just so long as he could make sure Tsurugi was alright. Although he had done his best to make Tsurugi lose most of his beliefs about who was a criminal, he hadn't helped him with his workaholic tendencies yet. Though it wasn't like Yamato was in a position to lecture Tsurugi about that.

He arrived at the hospital in no time, and he headed to the reception desk. The receptionist looked up at him from her computer and asked, "Hello, how may I help you tonight?"

"I'm Yamato Kisaragi, I was contacted for Tsurugi Kinjo," he replied, forcing his hands to keep still. Although he was nervous for his best friend, he had to admit that he was getting a lot better about masking his emotions with a professional demeanour.

The receptionist's expression lit up when she recognized his voice from the call, and she smiled. "He's in room 324. He was brought in for damage to his ankle, but he's been resting in his room for an hour now. He may be still drowsy from the painkillers," she explained to him.

Yamato nodded in acknowledgement. "Thank you, I'll go see him now."

The inventor went to the left of the reception desk and found the elevator, pressing the button for the third floor. Only when he was sure he was alone did he let his exhaustion show, leaning against its side and letting out a small sigh. By the time the elevator doors opened, he righted himself and stepped into the hallway.