A Heart To Heal (BL)

CH 1.1 : Patience

Trigger Warning: Suicide, Abuse

"Fuck off!".

"Yuto-kun, hear me out, I'm trying to be reasonable-" A man with dark hair sighed as he chased after Yuto.

"Enough is enough you old dog!" Yuto barked as he glared the man down, eyes welled up with tears. "You don't understand what it's like when no one loves you,".

He slammed the door shut one more time and retreated to his tiny quarters. Nagisa sighed, letting it chalk up as his ex-brother-law being a moody teenager. "Why did my mother force such a demon to live with me?". He felt his soul leaving his body, wanting the devil to reap his soul right at that moment.

'Yuto's such a pain in the ass.'

Carrying on with his planning, eventually our resident airhead fell asleep. The boy whom he had perceived as an emotionally volatile teenager emerged from his room later in the evening to begin cooking dinner as usual. He noticed Nagisa sleeping on the sofa and huffed, disappearing into his room before returning with a blanket.

As much as Yuto wasn't fond of him, Nagisa always managed to hit his soft spot. Well, I guess anyone would if they don't beat him for not having dinner on the table by 6. At least on the surface, he seemed to be calmer. His eyes had never twinkled before, hiding a deadly kind of sadness behind his deadpan attitude.

Emotions had always been a barren wasteland for him. There was nothing to feel but disappointment in himself for existing. He had washed and prepared some vegetables that needed to be diced for their dinner. While he had been careful with making sure his idiotic roomie wouldn't catch a cold, he couldn't say the same about himself. Before he knew it, red began leaking on the cutting board. He didn't really plan on adding any extra protein in their food so this caught him off guard.

What's worse was that the bear seemed to be waking up from his slumber. Nagisa turned his head to check on Yuto and zeroed in on the pool of red he could see. "Are you alright?". Yuto looked back at him before the corners of his mouth drooped. "I just cut myself. But I'll be fine,".

Just like he had taught himself, he had remained calm. Taking his bloodied hand to the sink to rinse the blood off, Nagisa was treated to the finest selection of sailor speak; The main word being "Kuso". Both intrigued and worried, Nagisa hobbled over to check on him. However, in an attempt to inspect his injury, his hand was slapped away. "Don't touch me!". Yuto chewed on his lip to suppress any signs of emotion.

Confused as one could be, Nagisa narrowed his eyes. 'Why is he so afraid of people touching him?'. Yuto averted his eyes away from Nagisa, as if there wasn't a bleeding gash in his hand. "I'm sorry, Shinji-san,". His voice was expressionless, even plainer than water. Nonchalantly, he just poured the vegetables in a bowl before he washed them once more. While he did that, he peered over his shoulder to look at the older man who seemed to want to get a word in.

"Yuto-kun, I'll just get delivery. Go treat your wound,". Yuto nodded and obediently followed his orders. Nagisa ordered out for them and even stored the rice that Yuto had boiled. He wondered why the boy was taking so long. One look and he discovered that Yuto was actually struggling to bandage his wound. "Let me do it," Nagisa sighed and took hold of his hand. He could feel it tense up as he wrapped the bandages around it. "Yuto-kun, why are you always afraid of physical contact?". Surprisingly, Yuto locked eyes with Nagisa. "I'll tell you one day,".

Nagisa didn't expect such a direct response from someone as closed off as Yuto but he nodded in agreement. The 35 year old man wanted the 19 year old to grow to trust him. You see, Nagisa's mother was the one who made Yuto move in with him and she even went as far as to hastily convert the supposed cramped storeroom into his bedroom.