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[redpeacoat]

Who: Shinjiro and Akihiko
Where: Their apartment
When: Evening
Summary: Akihiko is getting sick...but not from lack of contact.
Warnings: Swearing is always a possibility with these two.

Shinjiro minds his own business most of the time,especially with his friends. He'd like for Akihiko to be a bit more on top of things, think more realistically...perhaps eat his vegetables every once in a while...but he's not Aki's parent. Akihiko can take care of himself a bit better than before. He got by while he was comatose, after all.

But lately, he can't help but notice that his best friend is pushing himself too hard. He looks frustrated and sluggish more and more as time passes. Occasionally he'd rag on him for overdoing things, but now he's beginning to worry.

When Akihiko returns home, instead of being passive and sitting on the couch, he rises and approaches him.

"Hey."

They needed to talk.

Comments

[emperor_with_no_groove]

One of the few disadvantages to living with Shinji was how much more carefully he had to hide his problems. Following a consistent routine felt comfortable, and Akihiko put conscious effort into trying to get over his discomforts, those nagging thoughts that would keep him up late at night. In a way, it was easy to avoid Shinji’s scrutiny, with his varying work hours and all the time he put into training. He certainly didn’t think his weaknesses were so obvious to pick up on.

Then again, Shinji wasn’t like most people. They were more in-tune to how the other felt, from growing up together and getting so close, after the fire. It was something that Akihiko reminisced on, every once in a while, because just like Shinji couldn’t forget the night of the accident, the boxer sure as hell couldn’t forget the two years that followed. In spite of their childhood history, it felt like they were getting to know each other again. He had no intention of rocking the boat, when they were still in the middle of mending things.

Akihiko normally didn’t wait this long to get contact, but a brief dizzy spell helpfully reminded him of the absence. So when he returned to their apartment late that night, and saw Shinji still awake, getting up to greet him, he didn’t just retreat to his room. He stepped toward him in suit, smiling faintly to try and cover up the fatigue aligning his features.

“Still up, Shinji?” He asked in a light tone, jacket slung over his shoulder as usual. “Did you get hungry or something?”