Where The Wind Blows || SoraMafu

Six

Soraru walked into the room and sat on the bed next to Mafu's sleeping figure. The natural blue light streamed in through the open window. A breeze found its way in, swaying the curtains from side to side. He closed his eyes. It seemed like this place was eternally stuck with one type of weather.

He felt Mafu shift next to him, and Soraru turned his head and stared down at Mafu, whose eyes twitched. Slowly, the boy opened his eyes. "Soraru-san?" he whispered.

"Mafumafu..."

Mafu looked around a bit to get his bearings. "I'm in your house?"

"Yeah."

Mafu tried to sit up, but immediately fell back down. Soraru helped him up, placing a pillow behind his back as cushion. "You treated me?" Mafu asked.

Soraru nodded. He had bandaged the boy up while he was still unconscious. Bandages went around his ankles, abdomen, wrists, and neck.

"Haah... it really hurts to sit..."

Mafu looked down, and then smiled at Soraru. "You're pretty good at treating wounds. How did that happen?"

"It's not a skill I'm proud of."

"You should be."

Soraru cleared his throat and looked away. "Anyway, other than that. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay... but..."

"What?"

Mafu sighed, "But since I'm like this, I can't go to my appointment tonight..."

"You're thinking about that now?! Mafumafu, you--" Soraru stood up. "You're not allowed to leave until you're fully recovered."

"Soraru-san..."

"No arguing. Don't strain your body," Soraru looked over his shoulder and left the room.

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"I'm coming in." Soraru opened the door with one hand and tried to balance a bowl of soup in the other. Mafu was still sitting up in bed.

"You made soup? I thought you couldn't cook."

"Even I can do this much... I think."

Mafu laughed.

Soraru sat down on the edge of the bed. He mixed the soup around with the spoon before scooping up a spoonful. "I cooled it for a while, so it shouldn't be too hot." He held it out near Mafu's mouth. "Here."

Mafu sipped a bit from the spoon. "Not bad."

"Then drink it."

Continuing to feed Mafu, Soraru stayed silent. What conversation would be made at a time like this? The sound of silverware clinking against the bowl overtook the room.

"Soraru-san."

"What is it?" he answered, stirring the liquid. He waited for Mafu to finish talking.

"Money. Did they leave money?"

"Money....?" Soraru repeated. He did recall seeing a few bills on the side table in Mafu's apartment, but he didn't really pay any heed to them in his rush. "Yeah, I think they did."

"Okay."

Soraru shoved a spoonful of soup into Mafu's mouth.

Mafu's eyes widened, and he coughed a few times after he swallowed. "S-Soraru-san!" he coughed. "What was that for?"

"Don't worry about things like that. Just focus on resting your body." Soraru stood up. "That was the last bit. Now, keep resting."