read the title :3 (req's are closed pls im bad at saying no)
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- None of the art or characters are mine unless I state otherwise (which doesn't rlly happen) so credits to the artists/Gotouge :D
- All the writing is mine (ofc), and only mine,, not...
Akaza gave him a slight smile then wandered out the door and into the halls, his mind stuck on the image of Douma's smile.
The day flew by and Douma found himself constantly wanting to go to the room Akaza was staying in but he paused with each step and always turned back, not wanting to upset the other.
Finally, night drew by and Akaza left his room and bumped into Douma who had just convinced himself to not talk to Akaza.
"Ah... Of course you had to be right in front of my room," Akaza deadpanned.
"I'm sorry!! I was... looking for, uhm, one of the women." Douma laughed nervously, unsure what to do.
"Okay, whatever. I'll go now." Akaza turned and headed towards the exit.
"Wait!"
"What?" He turned back, exasperated.
The blond caught up with him quickly and held his wrist gently. "You can stay here anytime, Akaza-dono! You can come back when the sun rises again," he said eagerly.
"When did I say I wanted to come back?" Akaza asked, raising an eyebrow.
Douma let go of his wrist and looked down. "Right. Okay!" he said, quickly changing back to his chipper self. "Then, stay safe, Akaza-dono! I'll see you... Uhm, bye!"
Akaza nodded. "Bye?"
Once he was gone, Douma trudged back to his room.
"Ehm, Lord Douma?" someone asked.
"Yes?" he looked up.
"You have a patient tonight," the man said. "Is it alright if they see you now, though it is late?"
"Yes! Let them in." Douma smiled.
The door opened and a woman stepped in, looking nervous. The door closed behind her and she sat down.
"What's bothering you?" Douma asked, noting her posture.
She hesitated.
"It's okay! You can tell me, it'll be our secret," Douma said, smiling and placing a finger to his lips.
"You look like something's bothering you, though," she said, finally looking up at him.
"Me?" Genuine surprise laced his voice. Was something bothering him? "What do you mean?"
"You look troubled," she said, shrugging. "How are you supposed to help me if you're not okay?"
