WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT!
Stress Relief
The ceiling was pretty interesting, Denki admits. There were a total of three cracks from what he could see, a spider's web in the corner--he didn't want to think about where the spider itself was--and a few dark stains here and there; it needed a new layer of paint.
The room was quiet, the whole house was, in fact, despite it being quite late in the morning already. Denki supposes everyone was either still asleep or in bed thinking, sort of like he was.
No, what he was doing, was laying on his back, arms folded behind his head, absently listening to his mate's breathing as he tried very hard not to think. Hitoshi's breathing could only distract him for so long, so he had shifted his gaze onto the ceiling, counting cracks and stains while he pictured faces on the white sheet that was the ceiling.
It managed to distract him from his thoughts for a total of thirty minutes before he started to picture faces of bear's eating human's and a man like ant violating someone he cared about.
Denki turned onto his side, clamping his hands over his ears as he squeezed his eyes shut to the point it started to hurt. It didn't help though. It was hard to accept the things Killua told them the previous day.
What was accepting that anyway? Was it to just agree that it happened and move on? Accept that it happened, shed a few tears and move on? Denki couldn't imagine himself just moving on from that. It may not have happened to him, but he imagines his future, of going on from day to day, constantly being plagued by conjured images and nightmares.
How was Killua okay? How could he manage to smile and laugh like none of that had happened? How could either of them go on, live each day with joy and laughter, after nearly losing each other so many times, after losing so many of their friends?
Was it because they had each other? Was it because they had Izuku and the pack now? Or was it all really just forced and they're barely holding themselves or each other together? Denki didn't know. He had many questions and zero answers and damn it if it wasn't frustrating and stressful.
If he was reacting this badly, then how was Izuku holding up? He hopes it isn't a repeat of denial like when they first heard about Killua's torture. Denki frowned. Was this okay? Was this just going to become a new norm for them?
Both Gon and Killua talked about murder like it was normal, like it wasn't wrong in any way. No, it wasn't like they didn't know it was wrong; they know it is, but they choose to decide whether or not the action is bad or good based on the situation.
Like Killua killing the King, for instance. That wasn't bad at all, it was justified since the King killed so many people and violated Killua. The bear ant killing Colt and Meleoron was wrong, since it was cold murder with zero justification other than them being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And Gon killing Pitou was justified, too. Pitou had killed and tortured so many people, including Gon's friend/mentor. Not to say revenge was always right, but in this case it was. There was nothing wrong with avenging a friend if their killer truly deserved it.
“Denki,” Hitoshi called, gently placing an arm around the smaller male's waist, propping his head om his hand, his elbow bent and digging into the pillow so he could look down at his mate.
Denki pulled his hands away from his ears, still frowning softly as he turned his head and torso to look up at Hitoshi.
“Hey, babe,” the blond greeted softly, raising his left hand to cup Hitoshi's cheek.
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