Samurai Flamenco - Bad Days [Gotoyoshi]
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scriveynerTitle: Bad Days
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 685
Summary: Some days are worse than others.
Gotou was sitting comfortably on the floor, lounged back against the bed when he heard the key in the lock. It had been months, now and he still tensed slightly when he heard the tumbler in the lock turn. He exhaled and set his beer down, wiped the condensation off his hand on the edge of the table, and leaned a little in the direction that he could see through the doorway, all the way down into the genkan.
“I’m home,” Masayoshi’s voice was accompanied by the traditional shuffling noise that came with sliding off his shoes. His tone wasn’t as cheerful as normal - Gotou could barely see him, and didn’t want to shift noticeably, so he crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow and waited.
“Welcome back,” Gotou said as Masayoshi trundled into the room. He fully expected the usual assault, which would end in Gotou “reluctantly” giving Masayoshi a welcome-home kiss - but said assault did not occur, and instead Masayoshi zeroed in on the bed, falling across it a groan.
Gotou blinked.
He sat forward and twisted half around - Masayoshi had made it most of the way onto the bed, lying across it diagonally, face down, legs sticking out behind him - after a moment he shifted and pulled his legs up. “Are you all right?” Gotou asked, and Masayoshi made a noise into the mattress that could have gone either way. “Hey.”
“Mmmmngh.”
“That isn’t an answer.” Gotou hauled himself to his feet - and after a moment’s contemplation sat on the bed. Masayoshi promptly rolled so that his back was facing Gotou, curled in on his side, face still mostly pressed to the mattress. “Masayoshi?” Gotou asked, feeling the first stirrings of almost-panic in his chest.
Masayoshi let out a long sigh, lifting his head slightly - Gotou leaned over him, one hand braced on the mattress on the other side of Masayoshi’s body, but his hair had fallen over his eyes, blocking most of his expression. “Just,” Masayoshi said listlessly. “A bad day.”
Gotou had seen some of Masayoshi’s “bad” days - the bandages on his ribs, blood in his hair, broken helmets and torn costumes - but those were physical wounds, things that could be patched or mended. This, this was new. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do.
“Bad how?” he asked, stalling for time, a thought - anything.
Masayoshi dropped his head back to the mattress, but didn’t bury his face. “I don’t really want to talk about it, Gotou-san.”
“You always make me talk about my bad days.” Masayoshi was silent, and Gotou huffed out breath through his nose. “Oi.”
The body under his gave a great sigh. “Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said, and rolled just a little, and his bangs slipped enough that Gotou could catch a hint of blue, focused not up at him but toward the mattress, through the mattress, at something only he could see. “Just a really bad day, okay?”
Gotou hesitated and shifted his weight, about to move his hand when Masayoshi reached out to his arm, hooking his own arm around Gotou’s, using him as an anchor.
“Hey,” Gotou said, leaning over him again, decision made. He nudged Masayoshi, who didn’t lift his head, but Gotou slipped his hand free. “Scoot.”
That made Masayoshi shift, as Gotou turned, sliding onto the mattress behind him. “What-?” Masayoshi managed, and Gotou wrapped his arms around Masayoshi from behind, pulling him close. “Gotou-san, you don’t have to-”
“Yeah,” Gotou said, his breath warm across Masayoshi’s neck. He felt Masayoshi inhale, his chest expanding, and slowly breathe that air out. “I know.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 685
Summary: Some days are worse than others.
Gotou was sitting comfortably on the floor, lounged back against the bed when he heard the key in the lock. It had been months, now and he still tensed slightly when he heard the tumbler in the lock turn. He exhaled and set his beer down, wiped the condensation off his hand on the edge of the table, and leaned a little in the direction that he could see through the doorway, all the way down into the genkan.
“I’m home,” Masayoshi’s voice was accompanied by the traditional shuffling noise that came with sliding off his shoes. His tone wasn’t as cheerful as normal - Gotou could barely see him, and didn’t want to shift noticeably, so he crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow and waited.
“Welcome back,” Gotou said as Masayoshi trundled into the room. He fully expected the usual assault, which would end in Gotou “reluctantly” giving Masayoshi a welcome-home kiss - but said assault did not occur, and instead Masayoshi zeroed in on the bed, falling across it a groan.
Gotou blinked.
He sat forward and twisted half around - Masayoshi had made it most of the way onto the bed, lying across it diagonally, face down, legs sticking out behind him - after a moment he shifted and pulled his legs up. “Are you all right?” Gotou asked, and Masayoshi made a noise into the mattress that could have gone either way. “Hey.”
“Mmmmngh.”
“That isn’t an answer.” Gotou hauled himself to his feet - and after a moment’s contemplation sat on the bed. Masayoshi promptly rolled so that his back was facing Gotou, curled in on his side, face still mostly pressed to the mattress. “Masayoshi?” Gotou asked, feeling the first stirrings of almost-panic in his chest.
Masayoshi let out a long sigh, lifting his head slightly - Gotou leaned over him, one hand braced on the mattress on the other side of Masayoshi’s body, but his hair had fallen over his eyes, blocking most of his expression. “Just,” Masayoshi said listlessly. “A bad day.”
Gotou had seen some of Masayoshi’s “bad” days - the bandages on his ribs, blood in his hair, broken helmets and torn costumes - but those were physical wounds, things that could be patched or mended. This, this was new. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do.
“Bad how?” he asked, stalling for time, a thought - anything.
Masayoshi dropped his head back to the mattress, but didn’t bury his face. “I don’t really want to talk about it, Gotou-san.”
“You always make me talk about my bad days.” Masayoshi was silent, and Gotou huffed out breath through his nose. “Oi.”
The body under his gave a great sigh. “Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said, and rolled just a little, and his bangs slipped enough that Gotou could catch a hint of blue, focused not up at him but toward the mattress, through the mattress, at something only he could see. “Just a really bad day, okay?”
Gotou hesitated and shifted his weight, about to move his hand when Masayoshi reached out to his arm, hooking his own arm around Gotou’s, using him as an anchor.
“Hey,” Gotou said, leaning over him again, decision made. He nudged Masayoshi, who didn’t lift his head, but Gotou slipped his hand free. “Scoot.”
That made Masayoshi shift, as Gotou turned, sliding onto the mattress behind him. “What-?” Masayoshi managed, and Gotou wrapped his arms around Masayoshi from behind, pulling him close. “Gotou-san, you don’t have to-”
“Yeah,” Gotou said, his breath warm across Masayoshi’s neck. He felt Masayoshi inhale, his chest expanding, and slowly breathe that air out. “I know.”
