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cw: mentions of mild injuries

During a fight when he was like, 17, [pre-mankai, he couldn’t have hidden that bruising] Banri got his nose broken [he insists it was jus’ a bullshit lucky hit!! get off my back man!!] and, being the overconfident, highly insecure, adrenaline pumped up kid he was, he never got medical attention for that shit. All this little jackass did was read a wiki-how, re-set his own nose, and proceeded to whine to anyone who would listen about how annoying it was that he couldn’t smoke while his nose was healing. This kid did Not take care of himself.

When Azami got into experimenting with prosthetic makeup, Settsu got, what he thought was, a funky ass idea, and popped into the kid’s room to ask him to make his nose look ‘right’. Azami was…concerned! to say the least! but he tried his best!

And the second Banri walked back into his dorm all haughty and terrified and reveling in knowing that his face finally looks ‘right’, the worst thing happens. Juza walks back in. Two plates in hand, one muffin apiece, courtesy of Omi who made like 30 fucking corn muffins for breakfast that day. Sweating bullets, Banri turns to his desk to sit down and finish up the rest of that week’s homework when Juza shuffles over and sets down one of the plates on Banri’s desk with a soft clink. Accepting the, admittedly, kind gesture with a nod to his roomie, Ban-chan turns back to his laptop, pulls his legs up into his chair and does an almost imperceptible little fist pump. That fucking box-dyed airhead dumbass cute uhhh fuckingggggg!!! dumbass!! of a roommate! didn't notice!! fuck yeah!!

And then, of course, Juza turns back around. A little perplexed, he leans his back against the wall behind Banri’s desk, and kinda squints at Banri’s face for a second, ignoring the glare and the middle finger he was getting for dropping crumbs on the desk. Through a mouth-full of muffin, Juza finally comes up with,

“ ’Sup with your face?”

“……Fuck off”

“No like, there's something off with it”

“Somethings off with you if you think you can throw your muffin wrapper in my trash can”

“…a trashcan’s a trashcan.”

“This one’s mine. Now are you gonna fuck off outta my room or do I have to leave?” 

”Not your room. ‘S ours.”

Yeahhh. That one earned an absolutely pitiful groan from Banri, who grabbed his laptop, grabbed his muffin [left the plate for Juza to pick up, of course], and tried his damndest to storm out of the room as cool and collected as he could. Of course, ignoring the fact that his heart felt sped up in a bad way. Ignoring that his chest feels all tight and twisted in a way that doesn’t feel right at all. And he can't stop himself from stopping to glance up to the mirror hung by the doorway of their room. 

”Knew it!” 

”What do you want from me now?'' He's nervous. He's scared. 

”Somethings up with your face! Dude just turn the fuck around lemme see!”

And when Banri whips around, fully intending on starting a shouting match, and oh god he’s right there…Practically breathing on each other, Juza takes advantage of Banri’s obvious surprise to fully size him up. slowly, carefully, acting as if on instinct, Juza raises his hand and puts his thumb on Banri’s chin, his fingers splayed along his jawline, not rough enough to hurt him, but firmly enough that when he angles that pretty-boy blonde’s face in different directions to figure out what was weirding him out, all Banri could do was let him.

Banri couldn't figure out for the life of him what he was feeling. Like??? Jesus FUCK he felt sick and nervous and his face was burning. He wanted to smack Juza's hand away from him. He wanted to shove into him with his shoulder, just enough to make him stumble. He wanted to run out of that room. and he really wanted Juza to stop him. He wanted to stay right there, with his roommate just staring into his face. He wanted to press his cheek into Juza’s warm, calloused hand. He wanted to fucking throw up. And more than anything, he needed Juza to notice.

Delicately, gently, the way you would touch a canvas to check if the paint is dry, Juza let his hand trace over Banri’s nose, eyebrows raising at the shaky gasp his actions prompted. And with the same confused face he gets when he tries to work through esoteric grammar worksheets, Juza feels the pad of his fingers press into the silicone Azami had applied to Banri’s face earlier. At this point Banri jerks his arm up to his face, as if to protect himself, as if to block a hit, Juza notes. But with a stony glare and just a touch of strength put into it, Juza pulled his arm back down with a firm “Wait.” Using his other arm to hold banri’s shoulders back, juza peeled off the silicone putty [which he tossed on the table behind him, unsure if it was something Azami would want to reuse] and pulled the sleeve of his sweater up over his thumb to try and wipe off the majority of the remaining makeup sitting on Banri’s face. With a whispered, “There’s your face…” that made Banri want to hit a wall, Juza did a bit of a double-take at Banri’s expression.

He had never seen his roommate look so…well, docile wasn't the word he would use, but perhaps ‘non-aggressive’? almost ashamed? If he had to put a name to it, it would be a 60-40 mix of embarrassed and pissed off. Whether he was more pissed or embarrassed was anyone’s guess though. After about 2 minutes of dragging his sleeve on Banri’s face, it seemed Banri had finally had enough and elbowed Juza in the gut. honestly, he had been expecting as much a loooot sooner so without much protest, Juza stepped back enough to take in Banri’s whole stance again.

His shoulders were thrown back, tilting his jaw up the way he did when he got in shouting matches with Sakyo. His breathing was just a touch uneven, Juza noted, and he wondered if Banri was closer to fighting or storming out. Rather, there seemed to be a secret third option where Banri just stands there and glares up through his tousled hair.