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He dragged him out of his suffocating feelings.
Hajime wasn't the type to express his feelings openly.
He cursed too often to keep track of, used more violence than necessary and would threaten the taller male on every ocasion possible.
He had his own way of helping, of showing his aftection. He never gave up on Tooru, even when it seemed pointless.
When Tooru didn't respond to the doorbell ringing, Hajime was the one to climb inside through the window and run into the bathroom.
He was the one to pull the shaking male out of the bathtub, take off his wet clothes and wrap him up in towels and blankets until his lips weren't purple anymore and his skin wasn't cold as ice.
He had stayed with him all night and told him all about his favourite books, until Tooru finally spoke again after hours.
He would keep track of what Tooru was eating, sometimes sneaking some of his own food onto his plate.
He would make him get outside more, even if he had to physically drag him.
It was nice knowing someone was by his side, always ready to prop him up whenever he fell.
Hajime would complain when he sneaked little touches into their life, but cuddle him to death as soon as he stopped.
They worked well together, their different personalities balancing each other out. They just worked.
