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As he opened his sleepy eyes, he felt the warmth of the other boy’s body close to him (but it wasn’t a dream). He felt a sudden headache,maybe it had been a bad idea not to eat anything yesterday. No, it couldn’t be because of that; after all, he usually didn’t eat anything and somehow managed to function without headaches, let alone ones this bad. The pain was unbearable; he tried to fall asleep but to no avail. He started clenching his teeth,maybe Light would give him a painkiller; that would definitely help. “Are you awake yet?” asked the boy he was pressed up against. “How did you know…?” he asked, rubbing his cheek against Light’s chest. “It’s hard not to notice when you’re moving around all the time,” he said ironically, and the reply caused a slight blush to spread across his face. “Sorry I woke you up, but my head hurts so much it feels like I have a hangover. Do you have any pills?" he said, moving slightly away toward the nightstand where his glasses lay. Every movement was pure agony,what on earth could have happened to make his head hurt this much?
“Where are you rushing off to? It’s 4 a.m.Don’t worry, you won’t be late for work. I’ll check the medicine cabinet to see if I have anything; if you’re in that much pain, I’ll go right now,” he said, then rose smoothly from the bed, picked up the T-shirt and pants he’d been wearing yesterday from the floor, and went downstairs. It looks like it’ll take him a while to find the pills; in the meantime, Teru can get herself together.
He had barely gotten up from the mattress when he started seeing spots before his eyes and felt detached from reality, as if he had stepped outside his body and was simply observing it
As he got dressed, he could feel every touch of his cold fingertips on his body. His body felt lighter than usual, and his hands gracefully traced every centimeter of the T-shirt he was putting on.
After piling his clothes on top of each other, he went down ,or rather rushed down the stairs. When he got close to the stairs and started going down, his vision began to blur, which meant he could barely see the steps and kept tripping over his own feet.
After his embarrassing “fall” down the stairs, Mikami headed toward the bathroom; he wanted to check himself out in the mirror. After all, he had to look at least a little bit good to impress God. He walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror; his hair was a mess, and his bangs were getting in his eyes and sticking to his forehead. He thought he should probably go to the barber to get those bangs trimmed ,they were really annoying him but he didn’t have time to make an appointment. His gaze drifted down to his neck, where there were hickies and bite marks; they were in such a spot that it was practically impossible to cover them up. He cursed under his breath as he gently ran his fingers over the bite marks;how was he supposed to show up at work like this?
Suddenly, someone knocked on the bathroom door. “Can I come in? I found some painkillers,” Light said through the closed door. “Sure, come in,” he replied, scratching his neck in the mirror while thinking about how he was going to give Light hell for making those hickies in such a visible spot. The boy walked in, closing the door behind him, and Light shot him an annoyed look.
“Light, for fuck's sake, look at these marks on my neck!”
“I see, I did it myself.”
"Thanks for reminding me who did this to me, you know! Now tell me, how am I supposed to show up at work with my neck all decked out like this!” he replied sarcastically, then reached for the pills Light was holding in his hands, squeezed two out, and swallowed them without water. “It says right here on the package that an adult should take a maximum of two within three hours,” he said, squinting at Teru and waiting for any response. “One wouldn’t do anything,” he declared, then turned his head away to avoid Light gaze.
“Instead of worrying about how you’re going to cover up those hickies, how about taking a bath? Your hair’s all sticky,” he said, approaching Teru from behind, wrapping his arms around his waist, resting his cheek on his shoulder, and gazing at the mirror in front of them. “B-but are we g-going to take a bath t-together?” he asked, already knowing the answer. It was incredibly romantic to him to bathe together in the same tub; just the thought of it sent a pleasant shiver down his spine, making him forget his headache for a moment. “What, are you embarrassed by me?” he said sarcastically, then took off his T-shirt and walked over to the tub to run some water. He had to admit that he looked quite handsome standing next to him in just his pants; his chest was downright perfect in every way he couldn’t help but stare at it.
“It's a little unfair that I'm the only one without a shirt,” he said, turning off the water since he had already filled the tub. Well, a faint blush spread across Mikami's cheeks, and he began to take off his shirt.
He heard the sound of water splashing, then began to take off his pants and underwear, leaving his glasses on the sink.
Stepping in first with one leg and then the other, he sat down between Light's legs, which were bent and spread apart up to his chest
Light gently ran his wet hand through Teru’s hair, causing Mikami to shiver at his touch. Every brush he received from Light made him feel anxious, yet also a strange sense of intimacy he had never felt before. He wasn’t often touched, let alone in such an intimate way. The only physical contact he usually experienced was at work when he had to push his way through a crowd, brushing against strangers with his shoulder, or when he had to greet someone and shake their hand. He had always felt averse to physical contact, but the touch Light gave him was completely different;it was a touch from God.
Light began lathering Teru’s dark hair with shampoo, which gave Teru an unbelievable sense of pleasure. Suddenly, he felt Light stop moving his hands. “I don’t want to worry you or anything, but your hair is falling out in handfuls… I’m afraid that’s not normal,” he said calmly, massaging Teru’s scalp with his fingertips. “Everything’s fine,maybe I’m not eating enough protein or something,” he replied, nervously wiggling his toes. “Mikami, what the hell are you talking about;not enough protein? I don’t mean to be rude, but you look like you haven’t eaten in at least a month, and that worries me a little. You’re pale as a ghost, not to mention that you can see all your bones sticking out, so don’t tell me it’s because of inadequate protein intake when you’re literally not eating anything. No offense, of course,” he said gruffly, continuing to scrub his scalp, and Teru’s headache returned. “It’s… not like I want to be like this… I mean, you know, look like this, and if I could, I wouldn’t look like this… I don’t know…” he said nervously, then began scratching his hands like a cat. “You didn’t deny that you haven’t eaten anything in a long time, and you should see a specialist because this isn’t normal,” he said, and Mikami suddenly turned his head toward Light. “Do you think I’m sick, or do I act like a sick person to you? I don’t need any help, and I certainly don’t need it from a specialist,” he declared, and after finishing his sentence, he clenched his teeth and shot Light a cold glare. “Come on, let’s be honest,do you even see what you look like? You can barely walk, for fuck’s sake, and you’re telling me you’re not sick in any way? Stop acting like a child, and go see a doctor or at least start eating, because if you keep trying to function like this, you won’t live much longer,” he declared with a strange grimace on his face. “Fine, cool, okay, I’ll start eating. Happy now?” he muttered, then rested his head on Light’s shoulder, lying down completely in the bathtub
Light just stayed silent and began to touch his injured arm. “Do you have a cat at home…?” he asked, running his hand over the scars. Teru felt cold sweat begin to trickle down his skin,how was he supposed to explain this? Kami was too intelligent to believe a story about a cat that kept scratching him unnoticed, so why was he asking him about it himself?
Mikami angrily pushed Light’s hand away. “Why don’t you tell me why you lied about where we met, hmm?” he said, covering his scars with his hand. “I think that if I’d said you were just a prosecutor and that we’d only met recently, my parents would have told me not to bring you here anymore. You know, my dad is working on a case with Kira and he’s a little wary of new people, so I said that to prevent a scene after you left this house,” he said nonchalantly, continuing to stare at the picture frame.
“The water's getting cold; you need to rinse your hair,” he said, and then began pouring warm water over him.
They went out and started drying off with towels; Teru wrapped his around his waist, and Light turned on the hair dryer, drying his own hair and then Teru’s. Fortunately, he didn’t ask about any of those personal things anymore;it was as if it had never happened.
As a farewell, Light kissed him on the cheek and muttered again that he should eat something couldn’t he just leave him alone? Of course, he respected every word God spoke, and it was obvious that he would do what Kami asked of him, but in his opinion, he himself was getting too much attention from God, not that he didn’t like it on the contrary, it really excited him that Kami had even noticed someone like him,but he probably would have preferred that Light rid the world of evil rather than worry about his health.
***
To be honest, he felt absolutely terrible at work. Ever since he stepped onto the grounds of the facility where he was, he’s felt like throwing up constantly.
At the end of the workday, as he was sitting there doing paperwork, he felt thirsty, so he went to get a drink of water. He made no secret of the fact that at that moment he felt very, very bad,really, really bad. Suddenly, his vision blurred; he opened his eyes and saw his coworkers. Had he fainted? “It’s a good thing you woke up we were about to call an ambulance. You know, you just fell for no apparent reason.Are you okay?” asked one of the three people standing over him. “How long have I been lying here?” he asked, still half-conscious. “I don’t know, maybe 20 minutes. You should take some time off,you look terrible…” he replied, then helped him to his feet. How had it come to this that he was being helped up by his coworkers?
Now he was trying to get out of there as quickly as possible; it was embarrassing to collapse on the floor in a place like that why on earth did he faint right then? After all, he hadn’t been running, and he hadn’t been doing any kind of physical activity.
He walked briskly toward the bus stop, silently begging for this to be just some terrible dream from which he would wake up any moment now. If he showed up at work tomorrow looking like that, it would probably be a whole new level of humiliation. Not only was he covered in bruises, but on top of that, he’d smashed his stupid face into the floor.
Once he was on the bus, Mikami turned on his phone out of boredom and saw that someone had sent him a message
Light: “Are you okay? Have you eaten anything?”
To be honest, he completely forgot that he was supposed to eat something; he was too busy with work. When he gets home, he'll definitely eat something.
Teru: “Yes, I ate don't worry, I feel fine.”
Light: “If you want, you can come over to my place,I don't mind.”
Teru: “No, I'll be at my place today.”
Light: “Take care of yourself. I'm worried.”
Teru: “Don't worry, everything's okay. Good night.”
He'll click “Send” on the last message he was supposed to send today. It looks like Light isn't going to leave him alone.