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just took the coldest shower of my life bc the hot water heater thing at my apt complex is broken but i literally cannot simply Not shower bc i smell like chicken tenders and deli meat from work ššššš
"Muffled, from the other side of the door" with KdFd š
Here we go! KdFd with a little angst.
Muffled, from the other side of the door. [KdFd]
Kidou's heart was beating rapidly, still racing from the soccer practice that had just finished and from seeing Fudou leave without even bothering to go to the locker room to get his things, visibly upset by the comment he had made shortly before. Kidou went after him, running. But by the time he managed to reach him, the green-eyed boy had already entered his room in the residence where they were staying and closed the door abruptly.
Kidou recoiled from the impact of the door that if he hadn't been paying attention would have struck him in the nose, he gave a low, gravelly grunt, rubbing his face, and reached for the handle to open it, revealing in that way that Fudou had locked the door which was firmly shut.
He cursed that moment, and hit it with his fist.
"Fudou, open the door."
From the other side of it came a cold voice.
"Go away."
Of course, he didn't have the slightest intention of leaving until he made peace with Fudou after what happened in the training. He crossed his arms ready to wait as long as it took until he achieved his goal.
"Open the door."
"Leave me alone."
"I'm not leaving until we talk."
"Have a good night in the hall."
āOh, come on, Fudou. Open, please!ā
āNo.ā
Kidou snorted and rubbed the bridge of his nose wearily. In truth, he could not deny that it served him well to say something so ugly about someone he loved so much in front of the others simply because he was in a bad mood and that they laughed at them for always being together had made him explode in an unfair way towards Fudou.
He didn't even have to go against Fudou who had not only done nothing wrong but was also the target of ridicule at the time. He put his hand to his chest, which hurt terribly, he felt his entire interior writhing with guilt.
"I am so sorryā¦"
He had no reaction from the other side, there was no sound in the room, but he knew that Fudou was listening near the door. He rested his palms on the smooth surface and took a deep breath trying to stop the bitterness that spread through his veins.
"I know you are there." But at the lack of response, Kidou had a whiplash of impatience and snorted. "Fudou!"
He let out a growl and stamped his feet on the floor in annoyance. Then he calmed down again, no, he couldn't lose his composure, much less after that situation was his fault.
He shouldn't have yelled at him in front of everyone else during training, he shouldn't even have thought to open his mouth to say that he didn't need Fudou by his side and that he was mostly just a nuisance. It was true that Fudou was always bothering him, but that didn't make him a bother, on the contrary, that game of tug of war between them drove him crazy, Fudou's flirty smile and the reflection in his green eyes when he laughed when he won the battle made his chest quiver with warmth. And even on the occasions when it was Kidou who was victorious in that game, Fudou's amused reaction with his lips in a cocky grin made him want to go further.
But that day there was none of that, there was no complicity, there was no teasing, there was nothing but cruelty.
He knew as soon as he saw the way his green eyes narrowed and his lips pursed. The way he ran off without responding with a sarcastic comment that would make Kidou look bad in the end and all his friends would laugh in amusement at that dance between the two of them while Fudou would look at him bragging about his verbal superiority.
He knew his words really hurt him in the way his eyes let out a distant waterly sparkle and his lips trembled.
"Fudou, I want to apologize to you properly and through a door is not the best way."
The teenager in his late teens heaved a heavy sigh and began to move in circles in front of his friend's locked room. Would it be okay if he forced the door?
His friend's lack of response worried him deeply. How much did he hurt him that not even at the idea of āāseeing him uncomfortable apologizing did he open that door for him? Fudou wouldnāt pass up such an opportunity.
He called his name again with impatience and anxiety, a feverish pulse dulling his senses.
He was grateful that all his other teammates were in the showers at that moment, plus the fact that Fudou's room was the last one in the corridor helped them not to be disturbed at that critical moment.
He rubbed his forehead, still sweating from training and the stress of not being able to solve his blunder. He imagined that Fudou would be the same, inside his room.
āFudou, I know I've been a jerk. Please open." For a change, no one answered; but this time he thought he heard a gasp on the other side of the door and he leaned his forehead against it, his pulse pounding painfully. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Fudou. Youāre very important to me."
At that moment he clearly heard a noise on the other side, and that noise to his despair was a sob. He opened his eyes, completely shattered, fuck. If there was anything worse than making Fudou angry, it was making him cry. Making his dear friend cry was a point he certainly never wanted to get to; Not at least in that way, if he had to make him cry he wanted it to be with laughter, joy, happiness, love...
Loveā¦
Kidou's hands slipped down the door and his entire body shuddered at the revelation. Of course.
Love.
It could not be otherwise. Why had he been so stupid? He loved Fudou, he loved all his gestures, all his expressions, all his crazy things, all his smiles, all his pranks, all his pedantries.
āDon't cry, don't cry because of me, Fudou. It's not true that I'm better without you, it's not true that I don't want you by my side, it's not true that I consider you a nuisance. The person I want to always be by my side is youā¦ā Kidou's own eyes watered and he lowered his glasses to wipe those helpless tears. "You are someone very dear to me, if you disappeared I don't know what I would do..."
The silence lengthened like the shadows in the corridor and Kidou dropped down in front of the door, on his knees with a defeated face. In the distance he could see that some of his teammates were returning to their rooms before dinner time. He rose with a gleam of determination and certainty in his red eyes. āFudou, I love you.ā
Those words came muffled from the other side of the door, but they had enough impact that Kidou could hear the click of the lock being unlocked.
Good Types of Tropes For H/C
No Pain Killers Available
Gotta Stay Quiet To Avoid Discovery
Feverish Delirium And Mumbling
Cowboy Medicine: Whiskey Internally & Externally Applied
Huddling For Warmth
Desperate Hand-Holding
āBreathe, Just Breatheā
Protectively Cradling A Broken Arm
The Word āWincedā
Whimpering
āEasy, Easy Thereā
Being Carried; Bridal, Firemanās, Two-Person, Doesnāt Matter- Being Carried
Coughing, or, God-Forbid, Sneezing, With Broken Ribs
Fainting
Waking Up Not Knowing Where They Are
Animal Attack
DIY Bullet-Removal
Field-Medicine in General
Blankets/Shirt Collar Shifting Just Enough To Have Bandages Peeking Out
Gentle Shushing
Needing Help To Drink From A Glass
Brushing Hair From Brow
Collapsing Off Of Horse
Dramatic Irony Injury Reveal (Audience Knows About It But Other Characters Do Not)
Frantically Feeling For Breath Or Pulse
(feel free to add on!)
Iām an indecisive person, but Iām certain about you.
The general consensus of Bones fans is that either Brennan or Booth will kill Pelant, but there is a third optionā¦Pelant killing himself. It denies the team closure, and it would serve as a last act of defiance. If he sees no way out, I could easily see him committing suicide.
OPEN THE DOOR
-ro <3
It's an art trade with one super cool person
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I think I have art block...
And Iām kinda too lazy to do art thingys I made the sketch of but hey I might as well since I have nothing else to do ._.
WOWIE LOOK AN ART *gASp* Apologies for the inactiveness, I honestly don't know what to be posting, and I haven't had much opportunity to do art lately >_> So enjoy this little drawing I did of the Asriel Dreemurr battle I did for an art contest (I didn't win in any of the places, in case you were wondering, and there were 4 winners) BUT YEA I'll try to be more active >_> ... Sorry >_>
EDIT
IT SHOWED UP AGAIN LIKE 3 MORE TIMES IN MY FEED IM ALREADY SMILING LIKE AN IDIOT AND WEEZING
Iām only on season one, but my partner has been super excited about the gay Voltron news and itās infectious so hereās Shiro smoochin his smol nerd boy
Hunter after smoking one whole weed
You have no idea how badly i wanted finn & poe to kiss at the end of The Rise of Skywalker.
willbot...
1 million drawings