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Majima kicked his foot against the table leg making it shake slightly. The pen on the table top rolled back and forth, getting caught on a wrinkle of the table cloth.
“Nii-san…” A soft yet deep voice said from behind him.
He stopped the kicking but still stared at the pen, “Hm?”
“What’s wrong?”
Ain’t that the question of the day, he thought. He leaned forward in his seat, his gloved finger tracing the zigzag pattern of the table cloth. He answered the question with a small shrug of his shoulders.
In his peripheral Kiryu sat down at the table, the seat squeaking as he sighed through his nose. Majima didn’t bother looking at him, continuing to run his finger along the patterns, “I don’t know.”
Kiryu frowned, nodded and crossed his arms. He didn’t speak but Majima knew what he was thinking. He picked up the pen and started to click it, “I used to think that bein’ in a shitty mood was punishment…”
Click.
Kiryu’s brow furrowed, deep creases as he watched the older man in silence.
“Punishment for the past and all the shit I did or didn’t do to others…”
Click.
He scoffed, “Then there came a time I didn’t give a shit anymore."
Click. Click.
“I let myself be happy…I let myself go past it…”
Click.
“Yet now?” He looked at the younger man, “These thoughts? These feelings?”
Click. Click. Click.
“They’re suffocatin’ me…”
With a final click he dropped the pen, “I just ain’t in the mood today…” He pushed back against the floor, his chair squeaking as he stood up. He frowned at Kiryu, “I’m gonna go lay down…”
Kiryu watched with a frown as he left the room. He looked down at the table where the pen was. Next to it was a piece of paper. An assessment form. He knew he should let it be and not look. It was none of his business but with how the older man was acting he felt the need to take a small peek.
It was a sliding scale of 1 to 10 on how hard it was to function in someone’s daily life.
Trouble Sleeping - 10
Trouble Concentrating - 10
Lack of Interest - 10
And the 10s went on. He lined the pen parallel to the paper before heading towards the bedroom. He knew he should leave the man alone but there was a heavy sensation of sadness pressing against his chest.
He hated when Majima felt down. It seemed to be happening more and more as time went on.
Majima was curled up on the bed, eye patch free, clothes removed but his boxers. A pillow shoved under his head.
Kiryu stood in the doorway, unsure if he should go any further. The last thing he wanted was Majima to become upset at him. Too many times they fought when Kiryu tried to help.
“I can feel ya starin’...” Majima said from the bed, eye still closed.
“Sorry.” Kiryu said softly as he decided if he should leave or not.
Majima opened his eye and looked at him, “Come ‘ere.”
“Eh?”
He patted the empty space next to him, “Lay with me.”
Kiryu shrugged off his jacket. Unbuttoning his shirt and setting it on the dresser. He still felt a bit overdressed so decided it was best to strip down to his boxers as well.
Majima closed his eye again as the man got onto the bed. He inhaled sharply before rolling away from him, his back facing him. He scooted back so his back connected to the man’s plush chest.The younger man’s strong arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer, his chin resting on top of the man’s head.
Majima breathed in deeply, his breath getting caught before shakingly breathing out. His body trembled in the man’s arms as a wave of emotions came over him.
Kiryu’s arms held him tight and didn’t budge when the older man started to squirm. Majima huffed as he smashed the heel of the palm into his eye. Pressing on it as if it would stop the tears from welling up.
One of the younger man’s hands moved up to grab Majima’s hand, pulling it from his face. Majima wanted to slap it away but gave up quickly. He sighed deeply as a tear rolled down the side of his eye, “I’m so tired.”
Kiryu’s hand squeezed his before he let go, returning to its spot around his waist, “I know.”
They laid there in silence. There was not much to discuss. It was obvious that the thoughts and feelings pushed the older man to a point he probably wouldn’t be able to return from. Why else would he even attempt to fill out an assessment form to see a doctor?
There was nothing Kiryu could say or do that would help. Sure they could fight and have sex but that was only putting a band aid over the real issue.
Kiryu knew that he just had to be there. With Majima.
Click.
Majima groaned as he looked down at the assessment form again later that night. He circled the last 10 and sighed. 10s across the board.
Click.
He signed the bottom of the form before dropping the pen with a deep sigh, “This is so stupid…”
Kiryu was in the kitchen making them dinner as he glanced over, “Nii-san…”
“I know. I know.” He looked over at him, pointing to the paper, “Ya think any doc would wanna talk to me? Not only did I circle all the 10s but I got a scary face.”
“I don’t think your face is scary…” Kiryu said as he put food on a plate.
Majima grumbled as he set aside the form so his plate of food could be placed in front of him, “Ya know what I mean…big ol’ scary yakuza needin’ a doc to examine his head…” He put the chopsticks between his fingers, “Ain’t a good look.”
“Everyone needs help…no matter who or what you are.” Kiryu said as he started to eat.
“Yea…” He ate some more before speaking, “The office is next to an ice cream place…ya should come with and we can get some after. Suppose to be real good.”
“You want me to go with you?” Kiryu’s eyes were wide in surprise.
“Not quite sure how it’s gonna go but yea…” He grinned, “At least fer the ice cream.”
“Sounds good.”