Hurt

Chapter 13

Rin sighed, looking up from his text book and over his shoulder. His hair was pushed back with a pink clip, only wearing one of Suguro's shirts and a pair of sweatpants. In his bed was the man himself, fast asleep and hugging a pillow Rin replaced himself with. Rin bit his lip and smiled, recalling the events from last night. He and Suguro had slept together.

Rin hummed and looked back down at his text book, papers messily scattered about with notes written in red ink on them. He would love to be laying down and cuddling with Suguro, but he had to study, do his work.

Rin turned back around when he heard a groan, watching Suguro stir in his sleep and turn over, taking the pillow with him. Rin frowned at the sight of the red claw marks down his back, small bruises along along his shoulder and neck, as well. He would have to apologise once Suguro awoke.

He jumped and spun back around, his phone lit up and singing loudly with Shima's picture on screen. He scrambled to grab it and mute it, glancing to Suguro to make sure he was still asleep. He sighed when Suguro only shuffled more under the blanket, pressing the green button on screen and holding it to his ear.

"Hey, I can't talk right now-"

"Rin, you need to meet me in the old ballerina studio in town. Please- come alone, don't bring anyone or tell anyone where you're going." Shima was panicking, obviously out of breath. Rin was caught off guard, eyes wide as he heard the dial tone, signalling the line had been cut. He slowly pulled the phone away from his ear, staring down at the screen. It flashed the call time for a moment before switching back his lock screen.

Rin debated on waking Suguro, hand shaking as he slowly put his phone down. It could be a prank easily. After all, the studio wasn't even around, anymore. It was torn down. Rin sighed, turning his head to look back at Suguro, whom seemed unaffected by the call.

Rin stood, taking the clip from his hair and ruffling it with his hand after. He stripped from his sweatpants, grabbing a pair of his skinny jeans and a black sweater, messing putting them on while trying to remain quiet. He didn't want to wake Suguro.

He put his shoes on, almost tumbling over but catching himself against the wall just in time. He sighed, grabbing his phone and shoving it into his pocket, quietly walking towards Suguro. He leaned down and kissed his cheek, smiling to himself when he mumbled something under his breath. Then he left

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Rin was both surprised and confused when he arrived at the location of the studio, only to see it there. He was sure it was torn down years ago, but it was right there infront of him. He shook it off and slowly went up the stairs to the door, each creaking under his weight and ready to give out and any second.

He pushed the door open, a long squeak cutting through the air. He was met with musty air and dust falling from the door, causing him to sneeze and cover his mouth with one hand. He carefully stepped inside, jumping when the door slammed shut behind him. He spun around, staring at the door with wide eyes. Slowly, he turned back around, barley able to see anything. Moonlight barley flooded through the cracks of the boards that blocked the windows.

"Shima?" Rin called out, taking a step forward, the floor creaking loudly. He stepped lightly, keeping a hand over his mouth and nose. There was dust everywhere, broken floorboards and mirrors, glass spread over piles of wood and torn fabric. He could swear he saw several rusted toys amongst them.

Rin sighed, pulling his phone from his pocket with his free hand. He quickly unlocked it and dialed Shima's number, pressing call and holding the phone to his ear. It beeped a few times, likely trying to find service, before it finally began to ring. After a moment, he heard the echo of a ringtone, not too far away. He took the phone away from his ear and pointed it out, both to use the light to see and to hear Shima's phone.