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[shizuka_doumeki]

Who: Watanuki Kimihiro and Doumeki Shizuka
When: Shortly after Doumeki's arrival.
Where: Room 102 in the Boys' Dorms
What: Watanuki mentioned he was sick...what else is Doumeki supposed to do but visit?
Rating: Hm...hints of not-so-platonic affection and tension. But PG~PG-13.

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[yuukosslave]

Sighing to himself, Watanuki posted the comment to Sumeragi-kyoju. He got up from the desk in order to live up to his words.

I'm the same...but I've learned that it's not fair to reject others' help because you don't want to "inconvenience" them. That only makes them hurt more...

He opened the door and saw Doumeki there with a package. His face was stoic as ever, but Watanuki knew better than that. Watanuki had long since been able to tell when that face hid worry. But he'd never tell Doumeki that; the jerk would just tell him to stop getting into worrying situations.

Watanuki couldn't quite meet Doumeki's eye, so he stared at the package instead. "Hi..."

[shizuka_doumeki]

Doumeki didn't say anything, opting instead to walk straight into the room and past Watanuki, hefting the (rather large) package and dumping it on what looked to be Watanuki's bed. Starting to untie the string around it and open the brown paper up, he spoke.

"...how are you sick?"

[yuukosslave]

'Direct as always.' Watanuki rolled his eyes as closed the door. Unfortunately, when one has been shocked and saddened into throwing up the contents of their stomach, they don't tend to remember a little thing like a purple bruise on their arm.

Watanuki winced as his arm collided with his roommate's guitar case, leaned against the wall. "Itai..."

He swore in his head the second that left his lips.

[shizuka_doumeki]

Though most wouldn’t have noticed it, Doumeki’s eyes widened fractionally before narrowing into a concerned stare. Getting up and walking to Watanuki, he briefly checked for injuries before taking Watanuki’s hand, sliding the sleeve up with one motion.

Bruises.

He glared at them, as if willing them to disappear and stop marring that perfect skin.

“Where did you get these?”