"There's no need for you to give up your bed. I can--"
The look that he gives her prompts Miki to fall quiet.
It was too late for her to catch a train back to Saitama, but not late enough that Keiko-san couldn't call up a cab to drive her home. It would have been expensive, but money is never an issue with Kaoru around. How she managed to let Tatsu convince her to stay the night in his apartment is something Miki's still trying to figure out.
"Sit down and stay off that foot. Prop it up so that the swelling goes down."
It's difficult to argue against practical logic. Moreso since she knows that Tatsu feels guilty every single time she gets caught in the middle of one of their cases.
She doesn't lie down until she's sure he's asleep, curled up beneath a gaudy looking blanket that looks like some sort of animal print, his spiky blond hair stark against the deep red sofa cushion. She waits for his breathing to even out, and then only then does she crawl onto the mattress to curl up in beneath sheets that smell faintly of his aftershave and the comfort of home.
Pre/Post Canon
He finds her at the back lot of the school, sitting alone on some steps. Her bento is laid out neatly on the handkerchief laid on the space beside her and Tatsu cannot help but think that in spite of her nose being a little red and the tear tracks tracing odd lines down her cheeks, Miki looks utterly composed.
Not, that he plans to tell her that. Or ever, even.
"Why are you such a crybaby?" are the first words out of his mouth when we walks over to stand near her. They haven't spoken for days, not since she pinched his ear after he wouldn't leave her pigtails alone.
"Here," he fishes out the handkerchief his mother tells him to bring but that he never uses. It is the closest he can bring himself to an apology (because, you know, he did nothing wrong; it's not his fault she's so averse to bugs).
When she turns her face a little away, he mutters softly and moves to the other side. "Miki, take it." He holds the handkerchief close to her face but she pushes it away and starts packing up her unfinished lunch with hands that he realizes aren't steady at all.
This is when he notes the scrape on her hand.
"Who did this?" Her wrist is in his in a heartbeat, though he is careful not to touch the wound. The blood is dried and the cut isn't that deep, but it doesn't look like it was cleaned.
He drags her off to the sink that sits all by it's lonesome at the back of the school, ignoring her protests that he's gripping her wrist too hard.
"Tatsu, that hurts." She winces when he holds her hand under the water, but she quiets down, her shoulders hunching up a little as she bows her head as if to hide her face.
Later that afternoon, Tatsu finds himself sentenced to detention. It is the first time he's ever had to stay an hour after the final bell and he can already imagine the kind of reaction his parents will have over this mark in his otherwise perfect record. But when Miki comes by with her unfinished lunch and an ice pack from the nearby convenience store, he decides that an extra hour stuck in an otherwise empty classroom is an okay trade for making sure that the upperclassmen who tried to bully his Suzuhime into giving up her bento will never bother her again.
Hurt/Comfort
"Serves you right for baiting him."
She notes that he doesn't look up when she lifts the cold compress up to his cheek. The bruise is starting to form along Tatsuya's cheekbone, curving around the side of his eye. Tomorrow morning it'll start to show and it won't be a pretty sight to see.
"I have onii-chan's sunglasses in my bag, I'll leave them here for you to use. I don't think it'll be good for the team if you scare away clients looking like some street punk who lost a brawl."
She might have missed the words if the room wasn't so quiet. "I don't like the way he acts so freely around you."
"Wait, what?"
"Miki, you should be careful too. That brat might get the wrong idea about your concern."
She doesn't have time to protest as he slides off the table to walk past her, but not before one hand comes up to gently cup her cheek before he makes his way out the door.
"There's no need for you to give up your bed. I can--"
The look that he gives her prompts Miki to fall quiet.
It was too late for her to catch a train back to Saitama, but not late enough that Keiko-san couldn't call up a cab to drive her home. It would have been expensive, but money is never an issue with Kaoru around. How she managed to let Tatsu convince her to stay the night in his apartment is something Miki's still trying to figure out.
"Sit down and stay off that foot. Prop it up so that the swelling goes down."
It's difficult to argue against practical logic. Moreso since she knows that Tatsu feels guilty every single time she gets caught in the middle of one of their cases.
She doesn't lie down until she's sure he's asleep, curled up beneath a gaudy looking blanket that looks like some sort of animal print, his spiky blond hair stark against the deep red sofa cushion. She waits for his breathing to even out, and then only then does she crawl onto the mattress to curl up in beneath sheets that smell faintly of his aftershave and the comfort of home.
Pre/Post Canon
He finds her at the back lot of the school, sitting alone on some steps. Her bento is laid out neatly on the handkerchief laid on the space beside her and Tatsu cannot help but think that in spite of her nose being a little red and the tear tracks tracing odd lines down her cheeks, Miki looks utterly composed.
Not, that he plans to tell her that. Or ever, even.
"Why are you such a crybaby?" are the first words out of his mouth when we walks over to stand near her. They haven't spoken for days, not since she pinched his ear after he wouldn't leave her pigtails alone.
"Here," he fishes out the handkerchief his mother tells him to bring but that he never uses. It is the closest he can bring himself to an apology (because, you know, he did nothing wrong; it's not his fault she's so averse to bugs).
When she turns her face a little away, he mutters softly and moves to the other side. "Miki, take it." He holds the handkerchief close to her face but she pushes it away and starts packing up her unfinished lunch with hands that he realizes aren't steady at all.
This is when he notes the scrape on her hand.
"Who did this?" Her wrist is in his in a heartbeat, though he is careful not to touch the wound. The blood is dried and the cut isn't that deep, but it doesn't look like it was cleaned.
He drags her off to the sink that sits all by it's lonesome at the back of the school, ignoring her protests that he's gripping her wrist too hard.
"Tatsu, that hurts." She winces when he holds her hand under the water, but she quiets down, her shoulders hunching up a little as she bows her head as if to hide her face.
Later that afternoon, Tatsu finds himself sentenced to detention. It is the first time he's ever had to stay an hour after the final bell and he can already imagine the kind of reaction his parents will have over this mark in his otherwise perfect record. But when Miki comes by with her unfinished lunch and an ice pack from the nearby convenience store, he decides that an extra hour stuck in an otherwise empty classroom is an okay trade for making sure that the upperclassmen who tried to bully his Suzuhime into giving up her bento will never bother her again.
Hurt/Comfort
"Serves you right for baiting him."
She notes that he doesn't look up when she lifts the cold compress up to his cheek. The bruise is starting to form along Tatsuya's cheekbone, curving around the side of his eye. Tomorrow morning it'll start to show and it won't be a pretty sight to see.
"I have onii-chan's sunglasses in my bag, I'll leave them here for you to use. I don't think it'll be good for the team if you scare away clients looking like some street punk who lost a brawl."
She might have missed the words if the room wasn't so quiet. "I don't like the way he acts so freely around you."
"Wait, what?"
"Miki, you should be careful too. That brat might get the wrong idea about your concern."
She doesn't have time to protest as he slides off the table to walk past her, but not before one hand comes up to gently cup her cheek before he makes his way out the door.
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lolomg I WONDER HOW MUCH DID IT TAKE FOR TATSU TO ACTUALLY ok nvm aaaaaaaaaa snuggling ;o;
They haven't spoken for days, not since she pinched his ear after he wouldn't leave her pigtails alone. HEH may naalala ako na kwento mo 8DDDDDDDDa
Tatsu finds himself sentenced to detention. GJ TATSU
I don't think it'll be good for the team if you scare away clients looking like some street punk who lost a brawl. FFFFFFFFFF
THERE IS YOICHI/MIKI IN HERE I KNOW IT
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8DDDDDDDDDDDDD "write what you know" diba? |D /SHOT
GJ TLGA. so teka, does this mean it's miki's fault na gago 'tong si ulol?
8DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
oo, i mean-- BAKIT MO NAMAN NASABI YUN
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