The Lazy Type

It's me, not you

"Broken; having been fractured or damaged and no longer in one piece or in working order."

Kyoya thinks Mirai is broken.

Mirai thought otherwise. He wasn't broken, thank you very much. It was just Kyoya who failed to see that he was okay. It was Kyoya who tried to fix him at every corner they turned.

Mirai found this annoying, because again, he wasn't broken. But at the same time it was nice knowing that if he ever did find himself lost and broken, he had someone to find him and pick up all the pieces for him.

Though, he was sure Kyoya would charge him.

Mirai didn't mind, really. He wasn't the cliche type of person who would try to do everything on their own only to realize later that it was impossible to do everything on your own.

Nope.

He accepted that he needed help sometimes.

Keyword: sometimes.

Not all the time.

According to Kyoya, Mirai was the type of person to seek comfort in physical contact. Which he found explained Mirai's apparent love for cuddling with others.

Kyoya chalked this up as evidence for his above point of view, that Mirai was broken. Even if the boy wouldn't admit it. Which never failed to annoy Kyoya who just wanted to help.

He just wanted Mirai to sleep well at night.

He just wanted Mirai to laugh.

Now that he thought about it, has Mirai ever laughed? Sure, Mirai would chuckle or snort in amusement, but the Ootori was sure he had never heard Mirai laugh before. What would Mirai's laugh sound like?

Would it be loud and boisterous?

Would it be quiet and gentle?

Kyoya wanted to know. He wanted to fix Mirai.

Because, no matter what Mirai said, Kyoya was sure that he was broken.

So when Kyoya woke up at eleven in the morning on a Saturday, he wasn't surprised that it was to the only person he considered a friend cuddling him. Now, Kyoya was more than used to Komuro's apparent cuddling sessions. In fact, Kyoya found Komuro to be a nice pillow, not that he would ever let the lazy boy know.

But right now, Kyoya had to go to the bathroom.

"Komuro, wake up," Kyoya quietly ordered, shaking the boy.

"Mn, just five more minutes..." Mirai mumbled, snuggling closer to the stoic boy.

Kyoya heaved a resigned sigh, knowing full well Mirai wouldn't be waking up until the afternoon. No matter what he would try, Mirai probably wouldn't wake up. Trust him, he had try a lot of methods, including dosing the Komuro with both cold and hot water, rock music and once he had even tried waking the boy up with a mild taser. But Mirai wouldn't wake up no matter what, so Kyoya gave up.

Resigned, Kyoya sat up with the boy still hanging onto him like a koala.

Grabbing his glasses, Kyoya put them on and glanced at the sleeping boy with an annoyed look, "Sometimes you're more trouble than you're worth, Komuro."

Yet, Kyoya ended up using the bathroom with Mirai still hanging onto him.

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"I'm depressed. I sleep a lot. I'm quiet. I say the wrong thing sometimes. I say it like it is without feeling guilty. I'm me. I'm Mirai Komuro. That's just the way I am. I am not broken. Something that's not broken, can't be fixed."