Promise ME (leopika fanfic)

Leorio...

The first few days of living with Leorio were not pleasant in anyway. I wasn't allowed to move without assistance even though I have made it clear I would not stand to be coddled like a child. We were both grown men and it was just awkward for him to put his arms around me and hold me in place so he can fix the blankets or sometimes he does it for no reason. He stopped studying for hours at a time in order to sit on the floor next to me and talk to me while I laid there in annoyance and pain. I hated this feeling of being useless and each moment I  spent locked up in my thoughts I could feel myself caving in. Leorio would often do most of the talking, and I would only half listen because the argument in my head was to loud to hear anything else over. I closed my eyes as I listened to his soft breathing at my side and his head was next to my bicep. I looked down slightly to see his glasses falling off of his face, and he seemed peaceful as he slept next to me once more.

The last couple days he had made it a habit to accidently pass out next to me, but I knew very well why he did it. I wouldn't be able to move if he was close enough to feel every moment and hear every breath that I dare took. I shook my head, God why did he have to know me so well? What did I do to deserve such an idiot who thought of something useful when I wanted him to be ignorant of my plans? I closed my eyes slowly and rolled onto my side by pushing up against the couch so that I was facing him so I could watch him sleep. I blushed, that sounded weird, that isn't what normal friends do and I didn't want him to wake up by accident. I blushed as I watch his lips move slowly with each breath that he took and his hair hung limp over his eyes because of sweat. I bit my lip as I slowly rose my hand that had been wrapped in tight bandages, they didn't need them but Leorio couldn't stand to see the cuts on my wrist anymore. He would always get a look  of sadness in his eyes, and he would mumble to himself before walking away to the kitchen.

My heart stopped when I felt how soft his bangs were. I never thought that someone like Leorio could ever have anything soft about him, but his hair felt like silk against my fingertips. I stopped as I heard him make a small sound but looked down to see that he was still breathing peacefully. "Thank god," I whispered in a relieved tone before looking down at my fingertips that had stopped with his hair in between my fingers. I took a deep breath as I watched the brown clash with my skin that reminded me of old exam paper, almost a grey. I didn't understand why I missed the older male so much, and now, with him in my arms I couldn't stand the thought of letting him go. It felt as if I even blinked he would disappear and I would be alone again in a war that I had to win or my life would mean nothing. I fought everyday just to feel human... My fingers slowly slipped out of his hair and I held my hand to my chest. Leorio wouldn't want something as broken as me, Broken things are usually thrown away or given away.

"Why'd you stop? I was actually enjoying that," I jumped a little as I looked down to see a pair of brown eyes looking up at me with a glisten in them. He had his glasses in his hand, and my heart stopped as I realized just how different he looked without them on his face. I shook my head to hide a blush that I could feel spreading across my face as he slowly stood up so he could tower over me. He knew I hated that, but there wasn't anything I could do about it, which only made me angry and he found that funny. Funny, he found it funny when I was mad when other people would pack their bags and get the next flight out of York New. "It was nice seeing a new piece of you Kurta," he said in a rough voice as he put his hand on the couch and leaned his face down so he was looking at me. I stared into his eyes while a smirk went over his face, "I never thought that anyone with as hard of a heart as you could ever be kind."

"You're an idiot Leorio," I snapped quickly but looked away to hide my face with my hair as I bit my lip, but I didn't roll away from him. He sighed as he looked down at the blonde wall that I had put between us so he wouldn't be able to see my shame. I could feel tears in my eyes but the problem was I didn't know why I felt the need to cry over a small statement. I knew that I wasn't the most forgiving, kind, loveable, beautiful, nice, but... I knew deep down that I still had a heart. I did care about certain people but I have to put up this wall around me because if they get too close then they will disappear again. I was so afraid, so afraid of being alone that I keep people away so I know that I will get to see their faces another day. Something as simple as walking down the hall and whispering a hello, that is all I ever wanted was for them to stay. I didn't want to be alone, but I didn't want to be with people because I knew they would get hurt.