Floating Away With You

Chapter 4- A Hug

(YOUR POV)~

"TENDOU! Wait, come with me. I'll bandage them up for you."
What was I thinking? Tendou just beat a guy up! What should I do? Should I invite him in, make tea? Oh no, what if he thinks I'm coming onto him! Wait. Am I coming onto him? UGH!
I exhaled sharply shaking my head.
"Are you alright (Y/N)?" He asks me with a cat like smile. His fingers were long and narrow, but soft looking, gentle. Even with the cuts and blood, they looked innocent.

"Yeah I'm okay." I say not looking at him.
"This is my place" I say motioning to my door. I unlock the door and keep it open for him. He walks past me into my appartement. His steps were very quiet, kinda weird how quiet they were.
"You can set your books here" I tap the kitchen counter. Ugh, what a long day. I take off my shoes and fling my bag into the floor.
"You live alone?" He asked looking around.

His eyes were red. I know that kind of red, a crying kind of red. I don't answer him and I go to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. When I came back from the bathroom he was staring at a photo I had hung on the wall. It was a picture of me with my mom and dad, before he had left us. I wonder if he noticed I was watching him. He sort of just stood there with a sad look on his face.
"Hey... are you okay Tendou?" I asked walking closer to him. He snapped his head over to me and then looked the other way quickly looking up, wiping his face and sniffing.
I knew that move too. It was the "I'm not crying I'm just observing your ceiling" move.
"Uh...yeah, everything's great." He looked at me with a smile again. He never does stop smiling. They always seem so real too. So... selfless.
I sat down on the couch putting the first aid kit on the coffee table. He looked at me but said nothing. Just sort of looked at me blankly, in another world.
"Get over here." I tapped the couch, indicating him to sit next to me.

He is quite odd.

I took one of his hands and he flinched, they looked like they hurt badly.
We didn't say anything to each other while I was cleaning his hand. Once in a while he would flinch or bite his lip from the burning of the rubbing alcohol, but that was about all the sound he made. And he always kept his eyes on mine. Never was there a time when he looked away. I never looked into his.

I wasn't going to pass up this moment. I want to get to know this boy better. I need to understand what makes him so odd, how he spaces out so easily, how he's always happy looking, when inside, he must be miserable.
"So, Tendou... Uh, how did this happen?"
I'm happy I have something to do while talking. If his hands weren't in need of cleaning I would probably be a stutter-y mess, playing with my hair or biting my nails.
"I don't know." He looked away now. The smile was gone.
I decided not to ask him anything else. He looked back at me and smiled a warm smile.
"Thank you (Y/N), for doing this. I don't usually get help and I sort of lost control and I just sort of feel lost..." he trailed off.
I could see his chin twitching and his eyes looking in all directions, getting glassier, like they might shatter.
"It's just that, I...I don't deserve this." I pull away the cloth I was using to wash his hands.
"Tendou how could you not deserve this? You're hurt."
He was looking up as much as he could. Trying to blink away the tears falling down. I'd do anything to stop him from crying. Seeing him like this made my heart break in a million, tiny un-repairable pieces and yet I didn't nothing to help him.

I'm hopeless, I just sat there, watching. Not saying a word.
I just met him, I feel like I need to protect him, or at least be there for him.
But I don't move.

Who am I?
After a very long 2 minutes of me being in shock and staring at him cry, I stood up with the first aid kit and started towards the bathroom.

I felt something cling to my back. Like the air was blown right out of me, but in a warm kind of way, that you miss once it's gone.

A hug. Something I haven't felt in ages.