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Kiryu tries not to wince as he lowers himself slowly onto Kasuga's couch, trying to find a somewhat comfortable position.
Kasuga looks at him like he’s about to drop dead.
“Kiryu-san,” he says, a worried frown on his face, “Do you一Should I一?”
He looks around helplessly.
He’d found Kiryu slumped against a car in front of Hello Work, right where Majima had dropped him off.
For once Kiryu had been grateful Majima seemed to just show up everywhere for no reason. Even if this time he'd been wearing his stupid blond wig and the slutty pink dress, thighs out for the world to see.
Kiryu had been in so much pain he hadn't questioned it.
“It's fine,” Kiryu says, grabbing a pillow and putting it behind his back.
He'd been stabbed and shot before. Beaten to a pulp, poisoned, bitten by wild animals, hit by cars. Everything, really. But this? The sharp pain in his back is definitely in the top 3 of the most painful experiences of his life.
“I just need to sit down for a moment.”
Kasuga nods despite looking unconvinced.
Kiryu can't exactly tell him he just hurt his back while playing golf.