MizuIru log! (it's been a whiiiile)
Who: Mizuki and Iruka
What: BREAK-UP SCARE :O
When: This past weekend
Where: Their apartment
Warnings: Hungover Mizuki and rawr possessive kissage. And Iruka rearranged the furniture!
Mizuki had spent far too often getting drunk and waking up at a stranger's house lately, he hadn't been in his house for a few weeks. Iruka would have had to pay the rent, and hungover, Mizuki couldn't find it in himself to care.
He groaned as the sunlight pierced his eyes over buildings, moving as quickly as he could to get to shadow and the entrance to their apartment block.
Soon after, he arrived at the apartment, opening the door hurridly, messily slipping out of his shoes and putting his wallet and keys on the table before throwing up in the sink, moving to the main room to sit down in his chair.
What the Hell?! Mizuki fell straight on to the floor - he didn't miss the chair, did he?
Iruka looked up from the book he was reading in his bedroom at the sound of the door opening - and then the thud on the floor. He put his book down and hurried into the other room. He looked at Mizuki, sitting bewildered on the floor, and pursed his lips slightly.
"Nice to see you home for once."
Mizuki blinked up at Iruka, slowly taking in the situation. "What the Hell happened to my chair?" He asked, obviously not noticing that it had been moved.
Iruka pointed across the room. "It's over there. Where have you been?" he asked shortly. Mizuki had only been home to sleep several nights in the past few weeks, and they'd mostly only seen each other at work. Iruka wasn't about to let that slide.
Slowly standing up, Mizuki padded over to it, rubbing his temple with a groan. "Why is it over here?" He asked, pointedly ignoring Iruka's question as he sat down. (Wasn't it obvious he was hungover?)
"I rearranged the furniture. Were you drinking last night?" As obvious as the answer was, Iruka wasn't going to any trouble to lower his voice.
"Why did you do that, they were fine the way they were." Mizuki's voice was hoarse and he glowered at Iruka with bleary and bloodshot eyes.
"You were gone," Iruka said shortly. "For a while. I had to keep myself occupied somehow. What the hell have you been doing?"
Leaning back in his chair, Mizuki looked up at Iruka with a 'duh' expression on his face. "Rearranging furniture is how you keep yourself occupied?" He asked incredulously.
"Maybe I thought this place could use a change. Are you moving back in now?"
"It was fine the way it was." Almost spat and Mizuki stood up, walking to the bathroom with a lazy and final wave - they could finish this later. He did not care.
But Iruka did. He followed Mizuki with quick strides, easily keeping up. "What have you been /doing/? Is there a reason you keep avoiding the question and won't talk to me?"
"I've been out." The answer was short and he looked over at Iruka with impatience. He didn't care and he wanted to shower.
"Yeah," Iruka said, a bit bitterly, "I've noticed."
"Out. As in drinking." Moron. Mizuki leant against the door of the bathroom, knowing he wouldn't get away that easily.
Iruka's jaw tightened. "Is there a reason you've decided not to bother coming home half the time?"
Mizuki gripped the doorhandle firmly, knuckles turning slightly white. "I was tired and too drunk to make it all the way back," he answered, teeth clenched.
"And the other ten or so times?" Iruka said coolly.
"It's not like I died or anything, jeez, does it matter?" Mizuki began to jerk open the door, trying to get away from Iruka.
Iruka pushed his foot against the door, giving Mizuki a hard look.
"You know, maybe I was just worried, Mizuki. I barely hear from you at all for a few weeks and we live together."
"You should know not to be worried about me by now, I'm not a fucking child."
"You're my best friend! How am I supposed to not worry about you?"
"Easy. Think of the fact that I'm grown up and can take care of myself." Mizuki got himself in trouble frequently when drunk, and somehow got through them.
"I was still worried. You've hardly even spoken to me."
"So?" Mizuki growled slightly, glaring harshly at Iruka and shoving at the bathroom door.
Iruka jumped slightly at that, narrowing his eyes. "Mizuki! What is wrong with you?"
"I'm hungover. I want a shower, some fried food and caffeine," he stated simply, glare less intense now - tone rather tired.
"You should sleep, Mizuki."
"The last thing I need is sleep," Mizuki contradicted, thinking of how much worse his last hangover was when he slept for hours.
"I just don't want you to - Mizuki, who were you with last night? You really need to be more careful..."
"Mh? Oh, I can't remember, some girl." Mizuki slipped through the door, yawning loudly.
Iruka felt his stomach drop. "Wait - what?"
Mizuki's reputation with girls (and guys) were a quick shag and Iruka knew that. "Yes, her and her girlfriend let me crash at their place after we all got too drunk at some red-light bar."
"Mizuki..." Iruka couldn't help but stare at him, looking...hurt, almost.
Mizuki looked over at Iruka, barely noticing the hurt - just catching it at the last moment. "C'mon Iruka, they were lesbians and the bar was cheap - really quiet actually, right on the outskirts."
"It's just..." Iruka rubbed at his arm. "You know if you just called, I'd come pick you up..."
"Ah, it's alright, thought you'd be asleep then anyway." Mizuki began to pull off his top, throwing it in the general direction of the washing basket - he could pick it up later.
"Still - I just...I'd drive out there for you anyway, you know."
"Mmh..." Mizuki shrugged- a sort of thanks as he undid his trousers, slipping out of them before starting the shower.
Iruka sighed, and reached out to touch Mizuki's shoulder. "Mizuki..."
Mizuki pulled away after a moment, turning from Iruka with a quiet and final "I'm going to wash now."
"All right," Iruka said quietly, retreating from the bathroom with an air of resignation.
Mizuki sighed, resting against the tiled wall as he stood under the shower, trying hard not to fall asleep in the shower as he began to clean himself with the soap.
Iruka went back to the bed, picking up his book again, but he couldn't focus on it. He put it to the side, lying down on his back and staring up blankly at the ceiling.
Things had just been...going downhill the past few weeks.
Mizuki's mind was blank all through the shower and he tidied up the bathroom halfheartedly before coming out with a towel wrapped around his waist to get some clothes from the bedroom.
Iruka barely even looked over as Mizuki entered the room.
"Mizuki?"
Mizuki replied with a vague murmur as he searched for something to wear, deciding on a loose sweater and navy jeans.
"...Listen, maybe..." Iruka sat up with a quiet sigh. "Maybe this just...isn't working out."
Mizuki froze, halfway through pulling his sweater on, turning towards Iruka slowly. "What do you mean?" His voice was caught between disbelief and annoyance (and was that some hurt? No, of course not...)
Iruka looked at his hands uneasily. "I just...you don't seem to want to be around. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."
Mizuki narrowed his eyes, now with his sweater on. "It's working fine, it's not the first time I've went on a drinking spree."
"You hardly talked to me for almost three weeks, Mizuki. Listen, if you don't want me around...I just don't think this is working out. I can rent my old aparmtent back. I don't think anyone's taken it yet."
Mizuki twitched. This was not supposed to backfire on him and he was not going to play the part of the grovelling lover. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, this wasn't going to work unless he was calm and in control.
He strode over to the bed, suddenly kissing Iruka, hard and deep, passionate, sort of.
Iruka stiffened in surprise, taken aback by the ferocity of the kiss. (He shouldn't have been, and yet - ) He sank back as Mizuki ravaged his mouth with a forceful tongue, and he let out a muffled noise into Mizuki's mouth.
Mizuki took advantage of the moment, straddling Iruka on the bed, keeping the pressure and the forcefulness - this was some sort of sorry, but Mizuki was not going to say those words for a habit.
Iruka let out a half-startled groan into Mizuki's mouth, writhing underneath him. He tried to pull away, break away, just to breathe, his heart having jumped into his throat.
Finally pulling away, he rested his head against Iruka's, hands gripping Iruka's face as he panted heavily, the force of the kiss knocking the wind out of him too.
Iruka stared at him, breathing hard, Mizuki's hands hot on his face. He tried to swallow, gasping for breath. "Mizuki?"
"I don't want you to leave me," he stated simply. What exactly he meant by that was for Iruka to decipher.
Iruka licked his lips unevenly, swallowing again. "Mizuki, I..."
The effects of his hangover brought him back to reality with a jolt and he dropped his hands from Iruka's face, resting them either side of him as his head lolled forward onto his boyfriend's shoulder.
Iruka tentatively wrapped an arm around Mizuki's shoulders, rubbing his back. "Mizuki?" he asked quietly. "Are you all right...?"
A weak groan was his response as Mizuki buried into Iruka's shoulder more. Damn hangover.
Iruka sighed and lay back, allowing Mizuki to rest on top of him. "You need to relax," he murmured. "And...try to lay off on the drinking for a while, all right?"
"If you promise not to leave," he muttered, rolling off of Iruka, lying next to him otherwise quietly.
Iruka smiled, just a little, and turned on his side to face Mizuki. "I won't leave. I just..." He shook his head and kissed Mizuki's cheek. "Never mind."
Mizuki smiled to himself, though it was slightly smirky, as he tugged Iruka into an embrace, kissing his shoulder with an incoherent "night."
Iruka smiled a little bit more at that, relaxing into the sheets. Well, that had been less than pleasant, but...Mizuki wanted him around. That was a comfort.
As he began to drift off to sleep (the hangover would be a nightmare when he woke up but he was so damned sleepy, stupid horny bisexual women), Mizuki kept the smirking smile on his face, knowing he'd gotten his way (once again).
What: BREAK-UP SCARE :O
When: This past weekend
Where: Their apartment
Warnings: Hungover Mizuki and rawr possessive kissage. And Iruka rearranged the furniture!
Mizuki had spent far too often getting drunk and waking up at a stranger's house lately, he hadn't been in his house for a few weeks. Iruka would have had to pay the rent, and hungover, Mizuki couldn't find it in himself to care.
He groaned as the sunlight pierced his eyes over buildings, moving as quickly as he could to get to shadow and the entrance to their apartment block.
Soon after, he arrived at the apartment, opening the door hurridly, messily slipping out of his shoes and putting his wallet and keys on the table before throwing up in the sink, moving to the main room to sit down in his chair.
What the Hell?! Mizuki fell straight on to the floor - he didn't miss the chair, did he?
Iruka looked up from the book he was reading in his bedroom at the sound of the door opening - and then the thud on the floor. He put his book down and hurried into the other room. He looked at Mizuki, sitting bewildered on the floor, and pursed his lips slightly.
"Nice to see you home for once."
Mizuki blinked up at Iruka, slowly taking in the situation. "What the Hell happened to my chair?" He asked, obviously not noticing that it had been moved.
Iruka pointed across the room. "It's over there. Where have you been?" he asked shortly. Mizuki had only been home to sleep several nights in the past few weeks, and they'd mostly only seen each other at work. Iruka wasn't about to let that slide.
Slowly standing up, Mizuki padded over to it, rubbing his temple with a groan. "Why is it over here?" He asked, pointedly ignoring Iruka's question as he sat down. (Wasn't it obvious he was hungover?)
"I rearranged the furniture. Were you drinking last night?" As obvious as the answer was, Iruka wasn't going to any trouble to lower his voice.
"Why did you do that, they were fine the way they were." Mizuki's voice was hoarse and he glowered at Iruka with bleary and bloodshot eyes.
"You were gone," Iruka said shortly. "For a while. I had to keep myself occupied somehow. What the hell have you been doing?"
Leaning back in his chair, Mizuki looked up at Iruka with a 'duh' expression on his face. "Rearranging furniture is how you keep yourself occupied?" He asked incredulously.
"Maybe I thought this place could use a change. Are you moving back in now?"
"It was fine the way it was." Almost spat and Mizuki stood up, walking to the bathroom with a lazy and final wave - they could finish this later. He did not care.
But Iruka did. He followed Mizuki with quick strides, easily keeping up. "What have you been /doing/? Is there a reason you keep avoiding the question and won't talk to me?"
"I've been out." The answer was short and he looked over at Iruka with impatience. He didn't care and he wanted to shower.
"Yeah," Iruka said, a bit bitterly, "I've noticed."
"Out. As in drinking." Moron. Mizuki leant against the door of the bathroom, knowing he wouldn't get away that easily.
Iruka's jaw tightened. "Is there a reason you've decided not to bother coming home half the time?"
Mizuki gripped the doorhandle firmly, knuckles turning slightly white. "I was tired and too drunk to make it all the way back," he answered, teeth clenched.
"And the other ten or so times?" Iruka said coolly.
"It's not like I died or anything, jeez, does it matter?" Mizuki began to jerk open the door, trying to get away from Iruka.
Iruka pushed his foot against the door, giving Mizuki a hard look.
"You know, maybe I was just worried, Mizuki. I barely hear from you at all for a few weeks and we live together."
"You should know not to be worried about me by now, I'm not a fucking child."
"You're my best friend! How am I supposed to not worry about you?"
"Easy. Think of the fact that I'm grown up and can take care of myself." Mizuki got himself in trouble frequently when drunk, and somehow got through them.
"I was still worried. You've hardly even spoken to me."
"So?" Mizuki growled slightly, glaring harshly at Iruka and shoving at the bathroom door.
Iruka jumped slightly at that, narrowing his eyes. "Mizuki! What is wrong with you?"
"I'm hungover. I want a shower, some fried food and caffeine," he stated simply, glare less intense now - tone rather tired.
"You should sleep, Mizuki."
"The last thing I need is sleep," Mizuki contradicted, thinking of how much worse his last hangover was when he slept for hours.
"I just don't want you to - Mizuki, who were you with last night? You really need to be more careful..."
"Mh? Oh, I can't remember, some girl." Mizuki slipped through the door, yawning loudly.
Iruka felt his stomach drop. "Wait - what?"
Mizuki's reputation with girls (and guys) were a quick shag and Iruka knew that. "Yes, her and her girlfriend let me crash at their place after we all got too drunk at some red-light bar."
"Mizuki..." Iruka couldn't help but stare at him, looking...hurt, almost.
Mizuki looked over at Iruka, barely noticing the hurt - just catching it at the last moment. "C'mon Iruka, they were lesbians and the bar was cheap - really quiet actually, right on the outskirts."
"It's just..." Iruka rubbed at his arm. "You know if you just called, I'd come pick you up..."
"Ah, it's alright, thought you'd be asleep then anyway." Mizuki began to pull off his top, throwing it in the general direction of the washing basket - he could pick it up later.
"Still - I just...I'd drive out there for you anyway, you know."
"Mmh..." Mizuki shrugged- a sort of thanks as he undid his trousers, slipping out of them before starting the shower.
Iruka sighed, and reached out to touch Mizuki's shoulder. "Mizuki..."
Mizuki pulled away after a moment, turning from Iruka with a quiet and final "I'm going to wash now."
"All right," Iruka said quietly, retreating from the bathroom with an air of resignation.
Mizuki sighed, resting against the tiled wall as he stood under the shower, trying hard not to fall asleep in the shower as he began to clean himself with the soap.
Iruka went back to the bed, picking up his book again, but he couldn't focus on it. He put it to the side, lying down on his back and staring up blankly at the ceiling.
Things had just been...going downhill the past few weeks.
Mizuki's mind was blank all through the shower and he tidied up the bathroom halfheartedly before coming out with a towel wrapped around his waist to get some clothes from the bedroom.
Iruka barely even looked over as Mizuki entered the room.
"Mizuki?"
Mizuki replied with a vague murmur as he searched for something to wear, deciding on a loose sweater and navy jeans.
"...Listen, maybe..." Iruka sat up with a quiet sigh. "Maybe this just...isn't working out."
Mizuki froze, halfway through pulling his sweater on, turning towards Iruka slowly. "What do you mean?" His voice was caught between disbelief and annoyance (and was that some hurt? No, of course not...)
Iruka looked at his hands uneasily. "I just...you don't seem to want to be around. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."
Mizuki narrowed his eyes, now with his sweater on. "It's working fine, it's not the first time I've went on a drinking spree."
"You hardly talked to me for almost three weeks, Mizuki. Listen, if you don't want me around...I just don't think this is working out. I can rent my old aparmtent back. I don't think anyone's taken it yet."
Mizuki twitched. This was not supposed to backfire on him and he was not going to play the part of the grovelling lover. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, this wasn't going to work unless he was calm and in control.
He strode over to the bed, suddenly kissing Iruka, hard and deep, passionate, sort of.
Iruka stiffened in surprise, taken aback by the ferocity of the kiss. (He shouldn't have been, and yet - ) He sank back as Mizuki ravaged his mouth with a forceful tongue, and he let out a muffled noise into Mizuki's mouth.
Mizuki took advantage of the moment, straddling Iruka on the bed, keeping the pressure and the forcefulness - this was some sort of sorry, but Mizuki was not going to say those words for a habit.
Iruka let out a half-startled groan into Mizuki's mouth, writhing underneath him. He tried to pull away, break away, just to breathe, his heart having jumped into his throat.
Finally pulling away, he rested his head against Iruka's, hands gripping Iruka's face as he panted heavily, the force of the kiss knocking the wind out of him too.
Iruka stared at him, breathing hard, Mizuki's hands hot on his face. He tried to swallow, gasping for breath. "Mizuki?"
"I don't want you to leave me," he stated simply. What exactly he meant by that was for Iruka to decipher.
Iruka licked his lips unevenly, swallowing again. "Mizuki, I..."
The effects of his hangover brought him back to reality with a jolt and he dropped his hands from Iruka's face, resting them either side of him as his head lolled forward onto his boyfriend's shoulder.
Iruka tentatively wrapped an arm around Mizuki's shoulders, rubbing his back. "Mizuki?" he asked quietly. "Are you all right...?"
A weak groan was his response as Mizuki buried into Iruka's shoulder more. Damn hangover.
Iruka sighed and lay back, allowing Mizuki to rest on top of him. "You need to relax," he murmured. "And...try to lay off on the drinking for a while, all right?"
"If you promise not to leave," he muttered, rolling off of Iruka, lying next to him otherwise quietly.
Iruka smiled, just a little, and turned on his side to face Mizuki. "I won't leave. I just..." He shook his head and kissed Mizuki's cheek. "Never mind."
Mizuki smiled to himself, though it was slightly smirky, as he tugged Iruka into an embrace, kissing his shoulder with an incoherent "night."
Iruka smiled a little bit more at that, relaxing into the sheets. Well, that had been less than pleasant, but...Mizuki wanted him around. That was a comfort.
As he began to drift off to sleep (the hangover would be a nightmare when he woke up but he was so damned sleepy, stupid horny bisexual women), Mizuki kept the smirking smile on his face, knowing he'd gotten his way (once again).