fic; i'll keep you (my dirty little secret)
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Title: I’ll keep you (my dirty little secret)
Pairing: Asou Haruto/Osugi Kenta (Ryo/Shige) [1 Litre of Tears/Papa to Musume no Nanokakan]
Rating: PG
Summary: While working at the hospital, Haruto finds himself caring for an interesting boy who may become more than just a patient.
Author’s Note: 3187 words. For crystallekil. Prompt: I’ll keep you my dirty little secret. Uhm, idk what this is. And idk how the whole med student/doctor thing works. It seemed weird for Haruto to be a full-blown doctor because then he’d be old. XD So he’s just a student. I think you have to intern for a few years anyway as far as I know. So maybe that’s what he’s doing. XD Sorry for any OOCness, first time writing both characters. D: Also, this is like, post-drama time. So, Kenta’s a college-boy and Aya is still dead. >.>
Erm, anyway. Crys, I hope you like this~ :) a;slkd and that it’s even the slightest bit close to what you wanted. D:
Haruto sees him come in a lot during the week. It intrigues him, because he never actually looks unhealthy, but arrives with scratches and cuts, leaves with bandages up his legs and elbows and forehead. He, of course, knows that even the most healthiest looking person can be battling the deadliest of illnesses, but there’s just something different about the boy that comes in every other day with another little cut that needs to be treated.
Haruto has never tended to him (yet, he tells himself), because he’s still a medical student and even though bandaging up a wound is elementary to him, he can’t do it unless he’s told to. So when he actually does get told to, Haruto’s a little more than just excited, and accepts the job with a happy smile that confuses his superior just a bit.
The boy’s sitting on the edge of his bed and looking around the room when Haruto enters. He blinks at Haruto and says, “Who’re you?”
A little irked at such a greeting, Haruto replies, “I’m Asou Haruto, I’ll be checking on you today.”
The boy’s eyes widen a bit in surprise and then he nods apologetically. “Sorry,” he says and Haruto’s earlier irritation immediately vanishes. “I just usually have someone else come see me.”
Haruto smiles and checks the boy’s chart on the front of the bed. “Kenta-kun?” he says and the boys nods. “So, just the cuts on your knees and forehead?”
Kenta nods. “Yeah, it shouldn’t be anything big. I get them all the time.”
“I’ve noticed,” Haruto replies. “Are you just that clumsy?”
Kenta glares a little. “I’m part of my college’s soccer team,” he explains curtly, crosses his arms over his chest and winces a little from the sting of pain.
“I never pegged soccer to be such a dangerous sport,” Haruto chides. “Besides I’ve never seen any of your teammates here on such a regular basis.”
The glare this time is full-blown. “I didn’t come here to be made fun of, you know,” he snaps.
Haruto smirks and doesn’t reply, instead gets some supplies and bandaids from the cupboard. He cleans out the cuts on Kenta’s knees and patches them up with gauze and bandaids, then moves to work on the gash along the side of his forehead. He feels Kenta tense as he leans in close, sees the boy darting his eyes to the side to look at him, and Haruto smirks again, amused. “What position do you play?” Haruto asks him, and Kenta tenses even more, Haruto’s breath hot along his skin.
“C-Center forward,” Kenta replies. He glances at Haruto for a second then looks away. “Do you know about soccer?”
Haruto shakes his head. “Not much,” he replies. “I’m more of a basketball guy.”
Kenta snorts a little. “Aren’t you a little short for that sport?”
Haruto presses his finger a little too hard against the cut as he puts on the gauze. Kenta winces and Haruto replies, “Well, clearly you’re too clumsy to play soccer, so I think we’re even.” Kenta just grumbles and doesn’t reply and Haruto fishes out a bandaid. Once he finishes, he lingers just a little bit, fingers touching his forehead as he places the bandaid along the cut, feels the softness of Kenta’s hair just barely against his skin.
When he retreats, Kenta sighs with relief and Haruto thinks treating this boy is far more amusing than any other patient he’s encountered so far. He grins as the boy stands and says, “That should do it. Be more careful on the field next time.”
Kenta nods and says, “Thanks.” He walks to the door then glances back and smiles before he leaves. It’s the first smile Haruto has ever seen him give and it strangely has his stomach fluttering and for the rest of the day, he can’t get that look out of his mind.
*
Kenta doesn’t come by the hospital at all for the next week, which is the longest he’s ever been away, and Haruto thinks he might have taken his final words to heart. It doesn’t stop him from secretly and disturbingly ill-wishing the boy, just to see him again. Which confuses him because he doesn’t even know this kid, why does he care so much to see him again?
It’s an unanswerable question that gets only more persistent when another week passes and Kenta does show up. Only he’s crowded by a group of people because he’s clearly unconscious as the whole laying on a stretcher and being rushed into emergency indicates. Haruto almost feels his heart stop at the sight though he doesn’t understand why, and begs around to find out what’s happened. Just too strong of a hit to the head, another med student tells him. Concussion, probably. He should be okay.
Haruto doesn’t realize he’d been gripping the side of the desk so tight until the student walks away and he finally lets go, dark red lines across his palms. That night, he’s glad he’s working the late shift; if only he can stay around and wait until Kenta wakes up. When the boy does, Haruto gets put to check on him again, which he’s glad about (it stops him from threatening anyone else to switch with him, at least). Haruto knocks on the door and peeks inside, finds a few people gathered around Kenta’s bed.
“Oh, Asou-sensei,” Kenta says tiredly. “Come in.”
“How’re you feeling?” Haruto asks as he checks Kenta’s chart.
“Tired and my head hurts,” he replies.
“That’s what a concussion does to you,” Haruto replies with a chuckle.
“Uhm, will he be okay?” exclaims the girl sitting beside Kenta that Haruto hadn’t noticed before. She’s holding Kenta’s hand in both of hers and a sick feeling twists itself in the pit of Haruto’s belly.
“Girlfriend?” Haruto teases and Kenta flushes then glares, confirming Haruto’s suspicions. He turns back to the girl and says, “He’ll be fine. He just needs to rest. It’s a class three concussion, so it’s not that severe. And he’ll need to stay here for the night at least.” He looks back at Kenta. “You’ll be resting a lot for the next few days, weeks even. Meaning, no soccer.”
Kenta groans. “I was afraid you’d say that.”
Then, who appears to be Kenta’s dad, says, “Can we stay here for the night, or do we need to leave?”
“That’s up to you. If you’re family, then is it’s okay,” Haruto says, and glances back at the girl.
She pouts a little but gets to her feet and smiles down at Kenta. “I’ll come and see you tomorrow, okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” he tells her. “Go home, your dad will be worried.”
She makes a face at the mention of her dad, then leans in and kisses Kenta on the mouth. Haruto pointedly looks away, his veins suddenly searing with anger, and then she’s gone. Kenta’s parents then say they’ll go home and get some pajamas and things for him and exit the room as well, leaving Haruto standing beside Kenta’s bed, feeling both annoyed and confused.
“So, how long will I have to stay at the hospital?” Kenta asks.
“The procedure is only for the first twenty-four hours. We have to monitor you and make sure the damage doesn’t get worse. You’ll be woken up every few hours too, to ensure you’re okay. If everything is fine, you should be able to go home tomorrow, but you’ll still need to rest. And playing too much soccer will definitely not be good for you right away,” Haruto explains. Then he grins, “Any other questions?”
Kenta bites his lip and says, “Are you going to be the one checking up on me throughout the night?”
Haruto shrugs. “Not sure. It’ll probably just be a nurse waking you up,” he replies. Then he smirks. “Why, do you want me to?”
Kenta shakes his head quickly, looking flustered and Haruto can’t stop himself from thinking he looks exceptionally adorable...and then instantly berates himself for thinking such strange things. “N-No, it’s fine. I was just curious.”
“Well,” Haruto says. “I will be here all night, so, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask for me.”
Kenta stares at him for a moment, looking decidedly confused, and then nods and that beautiful smile that Haruto never once forgot stretches across his lips. “Okay,” he says. “Thanks, Asou-sensei.”
“You can call me Haruto.” The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes it and his eyes widen a little, surprised at himself for saying such a thing. But he doesn’t take the words back, he doesn’t mind, not really, and when Kenta says his name out loud, his first name, slowly and uncertainly, and Haruto’s skin tingles, he knows he definitely can’t take it back.
“I-Is that okay?” Kenta asks him.
“If I tell you to, why won’t it be?” Haruto replies and then smiles.
“O-Okay,” Kenta says, looking a little winded. But then he smiles and leans back against his pillows. “But I’m feeling tired now, so can you leave?”
Haruto rolls his eyes, but he’s amused by how this boy can switch from being so cute to being so full of snark. “Fine, fine,” he says. “Call if you need anything.”
Kenta nods and Haruto leaves to let him rest.
*
Haruto’s not sure what is is about this boy that pulls at him, but every time that night he goes to wake up him, he finds himself just sitting in the chair next to his bed and watching him for a minutes. It gives him a strange peaceful feeling, something he hasn’t had in a long time, and he has this urge to want to know him and protect him. It makes no sense to Haruto at all, but he can’t make the thoughts stop. And it doesn’t help that every time Kenta calls him Haruto, his heart skips a beat.
They end up talking a bit during the times Haruto wakes Kenta up. Just little things like learning where Kenta goes to school, what he’s studying, some tidbits about his girlfriend - Koume - which Haruto would have been fine without knowing. And whenever Kenta smiles at him, that bright smile that lights up his eyes, Haruto’s starting to realize that maybe he’s falling too fast, too hard, and now there’s no way to turn back around.
But he hits rock bottom when he goes to wake Kenta up around midnight. Again, he finds himself just sitting there for a few moments, watches him sleep. And almost without realizing what he’s doing, he reaches a hand out, brushes the hair from his face, and then finds his mouth on the boy’s, just a slight press of the lips.
Haruto nearly has a heart attack when eyes dart open and he pulls away quickly, pupils dilating as he stares at Kenta, the boy a little bleary-eyed from sleep, but clearly comprehending what just happened. Haruto is on his feet and out of the room within seconds and for the rest of the night he makes a nurse do the rest, wanting to get away from the boy for even a few hours, wanting to reset his brain.
The nurses tell him Kenta asks for him whenever he wakes up, but Haruto ignores it, focuses on checking on his other few patients and finishing up his own work so he can leave immediately in the morning. He’ll have to be back the next evening to discharge Kenta, but at least he’ll be home for awhile - hopefully long enough to get rid of all of these thoughts and the way Kenta’s lips felt against his.
*
The girl is there when Haruto goes to check on Kenta the last time. It innately pisses him off, seeing her smiling face and how she sits next to him and holds his hand, but he’s glad for her prescence because it keeps him in check. He just does his job and nothing more, but he doesn’t miss how Kenta reverts back to calling him by his surname whenever she’s in the room.
Haruto looks through Kenta’s sheets and nods as he says, “You’re fine. You can go home tonight.”
Kenta’s parents and the girl look relieved while Kenta himself stares at Haruto with unfathomable eyes. Haruto looks away quickly and checks off a few things on the chart. “Take it easy, okay?” he tells him, still not meeting his eyes though he can feel Kenta watching him. “If the headaches return or you feel bad at all, come straight back.”
His parents thank him and then Haruto leaves swiftly from the room. He watches the group of them leave the room ten minutes later, and doesn’t notice Kenta turning back to glance at him just before he heads into the elevator.
*
Because of the concussion, Haruto knows Kenta won’t be playing as much soccer for awhile, knows that if he does, he’ll be far more careful, and for that the boy doesn’t show up in the hospital at all anymore. Which is fine with Haruto, really. He uses the advantage to forget about him.
He still doesn’t know what compelled him to kiss him and knows it’s better not to dwell on it, so he doesn’t. He studies and he works and he does what he’s told and he leaves thoughts of Kenta shut up in the back of his mind.
Haruto actually thinks he’s doing a pretty decent job in forgetting about him, too. But a week, a nurse tells him he has a guest wanting to see him, and a little confused, Haruto goes out to the waiting area, only to find Kenta sitting in one of the chairs. His first instinct is to turn around and ignore it, but before he knows it, he’s already walking towards the boy and Kenta sees him before Haruto has the chance to leave.
“What’re you doing here?” Haruto asks, scanning his body and noticing he has no bruises, cuts, or anything indicating he needed medical attention.
“I wanted to talk to you,” Kenta replies and Haruto blinks blankly at him, though he can’t stop his heart from leaping hopefully. “Uhm, is there somewhere we can talk?”
Haruto nods and leads him to the roof, around to the side most people don’t use. Kenta says nothing when they get up there, so Haruto takes the initiative, shoving his hands into the pockets of his white lab coat, says, “Are you feeling better?”
Kenta nods. “I’m fine,” he says.
“Then why are you here?” Haruto asks again.
“I wanted to know why you kissed me,” answers Kenta without missing a beat.
Haruto sighs, he had a feeling that’s what this was going to be about. He meets Kenta’s eyes and asks instead, “Do your girlfriend know you’re here?”
“No. I didn’t tell her,” he says. “It’d just make her worry.”
“Don’t you think it’s more worrying that you had to come back to ask me about a silly little kiss?” Haruto questions, raising brow and smirking just a little. “Normally you’d forget about such a thing, you have a girlfriend, after all.”
Kenta glowers, eyes dark, smoldering, and Haruto hates the way he can’t help but think the younger boy looks incredibly attractive that way. He takes a step towards Haruto and hisses, “I can’t forget about it, that’s why I’m here.”
“What do you want me to do?” Haruto says.
“Just answer the question.”
Haruto looks away. “I still don’t know why I did it.”
“I told the nurses to have you come back that night, you know,” Kenta says.
“I know,” Haruto replies, then finally looks back up at him. “But this is. This is wrong.”
“You’re the one who kissed me,” Kenta points out.
Haruto crosses his arms. “You’re the one who came back.”
Kenta doesn’t reply and a few moments pass in silence. Haruto has no idea what to say, not even sure what to do (although he has some ideas - that he desperately tries to ignore, because like he said, it’s wrong, they can’t but…). He watches the younger boy, who’s looking at the ground, eyes scanning his face, taking in his features, the confusion in his eyes, the way he bites his lower lip thoughtfully. But that only makes Haruto think again of when he kissed him, and the feel of Kenta’s mouth against his, makes his mind dizzy as he thinks about possibly wanting more, wanting to feel that again, wanting-
“So now what?” Kenta suddenly says, glancing back up at Haruto.
There are so many things Haruto knows he should say: we should never see each other again, I’m sorry for kissing you, just forget all about it. He knows he should end this, stop it right now and lock it away forever, but none of those words (those excuses) actually reach his mouth. Instead he finds himself closing the space between them as he says, “Now this,” and presses their mouths together.
It’s a real kiss this time, responsive and warm and maybe it’s all completely wrong, but neither of them stop. Hidden in the shadows, they kiss until breathing becomes necessary, pulling apart just momentarily to catch their hearts and then Haruto is pushed back against the fence surrounding the rooftop and Kenta kisses him again. He’s surprised by the younger boy’s aggressiveness, but it doesn’t stop him from reacting with just as much, if not more, enthusiasm, slipping his tongue past Kenta’s lips and smirking as the other boy murmurs into his mouth and curls his fingers into the front of Haruto’s lab coat.
They only stop when Haruto’s cellphone beeps, moving away from each other so Haruto can answer, short, clipped replies. Kenta watches him, stares at the dangling dolphin charm from the end of the phone before Haruto snaps his phone shut and puts it back in his pocket. He turns to Kenta and for a few long moments, neither says anything, just watching the other with deep, dark eyes.
Then, “I get off at eight,” Haruto says, shoves his hands into his pockets again, and without another word, turns and heads back inside.
He doesn’t know or expect anything, leaving the option open for them both. And part of him, for the boy’s sake, hopes he might not show up. But when he clocks out that evening and heads towards his car, Kenta’s sitting on a bench along the sidewalk, hands folded across his lap. And when he hears Haruto approaching, he greets him with his bright smile that has Haruto forgetting about everything else.
*
And so it goes on. Faux-rendevous meetings in the hospital every once in awhile, in the stairwells or the roof, sometimes occassionally at Haruto’s apartment. Both of them sneaking around friends and colleagues and parents and teammates.
And when Kenta comes in with injuries Haruto always treats him as a patient. No one suspects anything. And that’s the point. Kenta has a girlfriend after all and Haruto has a reputation.
It’s just their dirty little secret.
end.
note; All information on concussions is from wikipedia. A class three concussion is the second lowest form of it and basically anyone who gets it will be fine within a few days. :) Idk how things would really work if he had a concussion, so obviously everything here was made to fit my purposes. XD
It was really hard to not write this as just Ryoshige because Kenta is a lot like Shige imo and Haruto, he was really nice at the end of the drama, but at the beginning he was pretty snarky too and ditching tests and lying and stuff, which is really Ryo-ish. >.> But I tried? a;lskdng
Anyway, hope you liked! Thanks for reading~ ♥
Title: I’ll keep you (my dirty little secret)
Pairing: Asou Haruto/Osugi Kenta (Ryo/Shige) [1 Litre of Tears/Papa to Musume no Nanokakan]
Rating: PG
Summary: While working at the hospital, Haruto finds himself caring for an interesting boy who may become more than just a patient.
Author’s Note: 3187 words. For crystallekil. Prompt: I’ll keep you my dirty little secret. Uhm, idk what this is. And idk how the whole med student/doctor thing works. It seemed weird for Haruto to be a full-blown doctor because then he’d be old. XD So he’s just a student. I think you have to intern for a few years anyway as far as I know. So maybe that’s what he’s doing. XD Sorry for any OOCness, first time writing both characters. D: Also, this is like, post-drama time. So, Kenta’s a college-boy and Aya is still dead. >.>
Erm, anyway. Crys, I hope you like this~ :) a;slkd and that it’s even the slightest bit close to what you wanted. D:
Haruto sees him come in a lot during the week. It intrigues him, because he never actually looks unhealthy, but arrives with scratches and cuts, leaves with bandages up his legs and elbows and forehead. He, of course, knows that even the most healthiest looking person can be battling the deadliest of illnesses, but there’s just something different about the boy that comes in every other day with another little cut that needs to be treated.
Haruto has never tended to him (yet, he tells himself), because he’s still a medical student and even though bandaging up a wound is elementary to him, he can’t do it unless he’s told to. So when he actually does get told to, Haruto’s a little more than just excited, and accepts the job with a happy smile that confuses his superior just a bit.
The boy’s sitting on the edge of his bed and looking around the room when Haruto enters. He blinks at Haruto and says, “Who’re you?”
A little irked at such a greeting, Haruto replies, “I’m Asou Haruto, I’ll be checking on you today.”
The boy’s eyes widen a bit in surprise and then he nods apologetically. “Sorry,” he says and Haruto’s earlier irritation immediately vanishes. “I just usually have someone else come see me.”
Haruto smiles and checks the boy’s chart on the front of the bed. “Kenta-kun?” he says and the boys nods. “So, just the cuts on your knees and forehead?”
Kenta nods. “Yeah, it shouldn’t be anything big. I get them all the time.”
“I’ve noticed,” Haruto replies. “Are you just that clumsy?”
Kenta glares a little. “I’m part of my college’s soccer team,” he explains curtly, crosses his arms over his chest and winces a little from the sting of pain.
“I never pegged soccer to be such a dangerous sport,” Haruto chides. “Besides I’ve never seen any of your teammates here on such a regular basis.”
The glare this time is full-blown. “I didn’t come here to be made fun of, you know,” he snaps.
Haruto smirks and doesn’t reply, instead gets some supplies and bandaids from the cupboard. He cleans out the cuts on Kenta’s knees and patches them up with gauze and bandaids, then moves to work on the gash along the side of his forehead. He feels Kenta tense as he leans in close, sees the boy darting his eyes to the side to look at him, and Haruto smirks again, amused. “What position do you play?” Haruto asks him, and Kenta tenses even more, Haruto’s breath hot along his skin.
“C-Center forward,” Kenta replies. He glances at Haruto for a second then looks away. “Do you know about soccer?”
Haruto shakes his head. “Not much,” he replies. “I’m more of a basketball guy.”
Kenta snorts a little. “Aren’t you a little short for that sport?”
Haruto presses his finger a little too hard against the cut as he puts on the gauze. Kenta winces and Haruto replies, “Well, clearly you’re too clumsy to play soccer, so I think we’re even.” Kenta just grumbles and doesn’t reply and Haruto fishes out a bandaid. Once he finishes, he lingers just a little bit, fingers touching his forehead as he places the bandaid along the cut, feels the softness of Kenta’s hair just barely against his skin.
When he retreats, Kenta sighs with relief and Haruto thinks treating this boy is far more amusing than any other patient he’s encountered so far. He grins as the boy stands and says, “That should do it. Be more careful on the field next time.”
Kenta nods and says, “Thanks.” He walks to the door then glances back and smiles before he leaves. It’s the first smile Haruto has ever seen him give and it strangely has his stomach fluttering and for the rest of the day, he can’t get that look out of his mind.
*
Kenta doesn’t come by the hospital at all for the next week, which is the longest he’s ever been away, and Haruto thinks he might have taken his final words to heart. It doesn’t stop him from secretly and disturbingly ill-wishing the boy, just to see him again. Which confuses him because he doesn’t even know this kid, why does he care so much to see him again?
It’s an unanswerable question that gets only more persistent when another week passes and Kenta does show up. Only he’s crowded by a group of people because he’s clearly unconscious as the whole laying on a stretcher and being rushed into emergency indicates. Haruto almost feels his heart stop at the sight though he doesn’t understand why, and begs around to find out what’s happened. Just too strong of a hit to the head, another med student tells him. Concussion, probably. He should be okay.
Haruto doesn’t realize he’d been gripping the side of the desk so tight until the student walks away and he finally lets go, dark red lines across his palms. That night, he’s glad he’s working the late shift; if only he can stay around and wait until Kenta wakes up. When the boy does, Haruto gets put to check on him again, which he’s glad about (it stops him from threatening anyone else to switch with him, at least). Haruto knocks on the door and peeks inside, finds a few people gathered around Kenta’s bed.
“Oh, Asou-sensei,” Kenta says tiredly. “Come in.”
“How’re you feeling?” Haruto asks as he checks Kenta’s chart.
“Tired and my head hurts,” he replies.
“That’s what a concussion does to you,” Haruto replies with a chuckle.
“Uhm, will he be okay?” exclaims the girl sitting beside Kenta that Haruto hadn’t noticed before. She’s holding Kenta’s hand in both of hers and a sick feeling twists itself in the pit of Haruto’s belly.
“Girlfriend?” Haruto teases and Kenta flushes then glares, confirming Haruto’s suspicions. He turns back to the girl and says, “He’ll be fine. He just needs to rest. It’s a class three concussion, so it’s not that severe. And he’ll need to stay here for the night at least.” He looks back at Kenta. “You’ll be resting a lot for the next few days, weeks even. Meaning, no soccer.”
Kenta groans. “I was afraid you’d say that.”
Then, who appears to be Kenta’s dad, says, “Can we stay here for the night, or do we need to leave?”
“That’s up to you. If you’re family, then is it’s okay,” Haruto says, and glances back at the girl.
She pouts a little but gets to her feet and smiles down at Kenta. “I’ll come and see you tomorrow, okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” he tells her. “Go home, your dad will be worried.”
She makes a face at the mention of her dad, then leans in and kisses Kenta on the mouth. Haruto pointedly looks away, his veins suddenly searing with anger, and then she’s gone. Kenta’s parents then say they’ll go home and get some pajamas and things for him and exit the room as well, leaving Haruto standing beside Kenta’s bed, feeling both annoyed and confused.
“So, how long will I have to stay at the hospital?” Kenta asks.
“The procedure is only for the first twenty-four hours. We have to monitor you and make sure the damage doesn’t get worse. You’ll be woken up every few hours too, to ensure you’re okay. If everything is fine, you should be able to go home tomorrow, but you’ll still need to rest. And playing too much soccer will definitely not be good for you right away,” Haruto explains. Then he grins, “Any other questions?”
Kenta bites his lip and says, “Are you going to be the one checking up on me throughout the night?”
Haruto shrugs. “Not sure. It’ll probably just be a nurse waking you up,” he replies. Then he smirks. “Why, do you want me to?”
Kenta shakes his head quickly, looking flustered and Haruto can’t stop himself from thinking he looks exceptionally adorable...and then instantly berates himself for thinking such strange things. “N-No, it’s fine. I was just curious.”
“Well,” Haruto says. “I will be here all night, so, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask for me.”
Kenta stares at him for a moment, looking decidedly confused, and then nods and that beautiful smile that Haruto never once forgot stretches across his lips. “Okay,” he says. “Thanks, Asou-sensei.”
“You can call me Haruto.” The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes it and his eyes widen a little, surprised at himself for saying such a thing. But he doesn’t take the words back, he doesn’t mind, not really, and when Kenta says his name out loud, his first name, slowly and uncertainly, and Haruto’s skin tingles, he knows he definitely can’t take it back.
“I-Is that okay?” Kenta asks him.
“If I tell you to, why won’t it be?” Haruto replies and then smiles.
“O-Okay,” Kenta says, looking a little winded. But then he smiles and leans back against his pillows. “But I’m feeling tired now, so can you leave?”
Haruto rolls his eyes, but he’s amused by how this boy can switch from being so cute to being so full of snark. “Fine, fine,” he says. “Call if you need anything.”
Kenta nods and Haruto leaves to let him rest.
*
Haruto’s not sure what is is about this boy that pulls at him, but every time that night he goes to wake up him, he finds himself just sitting in the chair next to his bed and watching him for a minutes. It gives him a strange peaceful feeling, something he hasn’t had in a long time, and he has this urge to want to know him and protect him. It makes no sense to Haruto at all, but he can’t make the thoughts stop. And it doesn’t help that every time Kenta calls him Haruto, his heart skips a beat.
They end up talking a bit during the times Haruto wakes Kenta up. Just little things like learning where Kenta goes to school, what he’s studying, some tidbits about his girlfriend - Koume - which Haruto would have been fine without knowing. And whenever Kenta smiles at him, that bright smile that lights up his eyes, Haruto’s starting to realize that maybe he’s falling too fast, too hard, and now there’s no way to turn back around.
But he hits rock bottom when he goes to wake Kenta up around midnight. Again, he finds himself just sitting there for a few moments, watches him sleep. And almost without realizing what he’s doing, he reaches a hand out, brushes the hair from his face, and then finds his mouth on the boy’s, just a slight press of the lips.
Haruto nearly has a heart attack when eyes dart open and he pulls away quickly, pupils dilating as he stares at Kenta, the boy a little bleary-eyed from sleep, but clearly comprehending what just happened. Haruto is on his feet and out of the room within seconds and for the rest of the night he makes a nurse do the rest, wanting to get away from the boy for even a few hours, wanting to reset his brain.
The nurses tell him Kenta asks for him whenever he wakes up, but Haruto ignores it, focuses on checking on his other few patients and finishing up his own work so he can leave immediately in the morning. He’ll have to be back the next evening to discharge Kenta, but at least he’ll be home for awhile - hopefully long enough to get rid of all of these thoughts and the way Kenta’s lips felt against his.
*
The girl is there when Haruto goes to check on Kenta the last time. It innately pisses him off, seeing her smiling face and how she sits next to him and holds his hand, but he’s glad for her prescence because it keeps him in check. He just does his job and nothing more, but he doesn’t miss how Kenta reverts back to calling him by his surname whenever she’s in the room.
Haruto looks through Kenta’s sheets and nods as he says, “You’re fine. You can go home tonight.”
Kenta’s parents and the girl look relieved while Kenta himself stares at Haruto with unfathomable eyes. Haruto looks away quickly and checks off a few things on the chart. “Take it easy, okay?” he tells him, still not meeting his eyes though he can feel Kenta watching him. “If the headaches return or you feel bad at all, come straight back.”
His parents thank him and then Haruto leaves swiftly from the room. He watches the group of them leave the room ten minutes later, and doesn’t notice Kenta turning back to glance at him just before he heads into the elevator.
*
Because of the concussion, Haruto knows Kenta won’t be playing as much soccer for awhile, knows that if he does, he’ll be far more careful, and for that the boy doesn’t show up in the hospital at all anymore. Which is fine with Haruto, really. He uses the advantage to forget about him.
He still doesn’t know what compelled him to kiss him and knows it’s better not to dwell on it, so he doesn’t. He studies and he works and he does what he’s told and he leaves thoughts of Kenta shut up in the back of his mind.
Haruto actually thinks he’s doing a pretty decent job in forgetting about him, too. But a week, a nurse tells him he has a guest wanting to see him, and a little confused, Haruto goes out to the waiting area, only to find Kenta sitting in one of the chairs. His first instinct is to turn around and ignore it, but before he knows it, he’s already walking towards the boy and Kenta sees him before Haruto has the chance to leave.
“What’re you doing here?” Haruto asks, scanning his body and noticing he has no bruises, cuts, or anything indicating he needed medical attention.
“I wanted to talk to you,” Kenta replies and Haruto blinks blankly at him, though he can’t stop his heart from leaping hopefully. “Uhm, is there somewhere we can talk?”
Haruto nods and leads him to the roof, around to the side most people don’t use. Kenta says nothing when they get up there, so Haruto takes the initiative, shoving his hands into the pockets of his white lab coat, says, “Are you feeling better?”
Kenta nods. “I’m fine,” he says.
“Then why are you here?” Haruto asks again.
“I wanted to know why you kissed me,” answers Kenta without missing a beat.
Haruto sighs, he had a feeling that’s what this was going to be about. He meets Kenta’s eyes and asks instead, “Do your girlfriend know you’re here?”
“No. I didn’t tell her,” he says. “It’d just make her worry.”
“Don’t you think it’s more worrying that you had to come back to ask me about a silly little kiss?” Haruto questions, raising brow and smirking just a little. “Normally you’d forget about such a thing, you have a girlfriend, after all.”
Kenta glowers, eyes dark, smoldering, and Haruto hates the way he can’t help but think the younger boy looks incredibly attractive that way. He takes a step towards Haruto and hisses, “I can’t forget about it, that’s why I’m here.”
“What do you want me to do?” Haruto says.
“Just answer the question.”
Haruto looks away. “I still don’t know why I did it.”
“I told the nurses to have you come back that night, you know,” Kenta says.
“I know,” Haruto replies, then finally looks back up at him. “But this is. This is wrong.”
“You’re the one who kissed me,” Kenta points out.
Haruto crosses his arms. “You’re the one who came back.”
Kenta doesn’t reply and a few moments pass in silence. Haruto has no idea what to say, not even sure what to do (although he has some ideas - that he desperately tries to ignore, because like he said, it’s wrong, they can’t but…). He watches the younger boy, who’s looking at the ground, eyes scanning his face, taking in his features, the confusion in his eyes, the way he bites his lower lip thoughtfully. But that only makes Haruto think again of when he kissed him, and the feel of Kenta’s mouth against his, makes his mind dizzy as he thinks about possibly wanting more, wanting to feel that again, wanting-
“So now what?” Kenta suddenly says, glancing back up at Haruto.
There are so many things Haruto knows he should say: we should never see each other again, I’m sorry for kissing you, just forget all about it. He knows he should end this, stop it right now and lock it away forever, but none of those words (those excuses) actually reach his mouth. Instead he finds himself closing the space between them as he says, “Now this,” and presses their mouths together.
It’s a real kiss this time, responsive and warm and maybe it’s all completely wrong, but neither of them stop. Hidden in the shadows, they kiss until breathing becomes necessary, pulling apart just momentarily to catch their hearts and then Haruto is pushed back against the fence surrounding the rooftop and Kenta kisses him again. He’s surprised by the younger boy’s aggressiveness, but it doesn’t stop him from reacting with just as much, if not more, enthusiasm, slipping his tongue past Kenta’s lips and smirking as the other boy murmurs into his mouth and curls his fingers into the front of Haruto’s lab coat.
They only stop when Haruto’s cellphone beeps, moving away from each other so Haruto can answer, short, clipped replies. Kenta watches him, stares at the dangling dolphin charm from the end of the phone before Haruto snaps his phone shut and puts it back in his pocket. He turns to Kenta and for a few long moments, neither says anything, just watching the other with deep, dark eyes.
Then, “I get off at eight,” Haruto says, shoves his hands into his pockets again, and without another word, turns and heads back inside.
He doesn’t know or expect anything, leaving the option open for them both. And part of him, for the boy’s sake, hopes he might not show up. But when he clocks out that evening and heads towards his car, Kenta’s sitting on a bench along the sidewalk, hands folded across his lap. And when he hears Haruto approaching, he greets him with his bright smile that has Haruto forgetting about everything else.
*
And so it goes on. Faux-rendevous meetings in the hospital every once in awhile, in the stairwells or the roof, sometimes occassionally at Haruto’s apartment. Both of them sneaking around friends and colleagues and parents and teammates.
And when Kenta comes in with injuries Haruto always treats him as a patient. No one suspects anything. And that’s the point. Kenta has a girlfriend after all and Haruto has a reputation.
It’s just their dirty little secret.
end.
note; All information on concussions is from wikipedia. A class three concussion is the second lowest form of it and basically anyone who gets it will be fine within a few days. :) Idk how things would really work if he had a concussion, so obviously everything here was made to fit my purposes. XD
It was really hard to not write this as just Ryoshige because Kenta is a lot like Shige imo and Haruto, he was really nice at the end of the drama, but at the beginning he was pretty snarky too and ditching tests and lying and stuff, which is really Ryo-ish. >.> But I tried? a;lskdng
Anyway, hope you liked! Thanks for reading~ ♥