Word count: 461 Tags: Werewolf AU, mentions of injury and body horror
Toudou is always there, when Arakita transforms back.
He kind of hates it. Really hates it, in fact, because as much as Toudou sniffs and calls him ungrateful, there’s a very real danger, and Arakita can’t find the right words to articulate something both of them already know, something that Toudou is willfully ignoring.
It’s a constant, ongoing battle, leading up to every full moon -- it starts with Arakita making snippy comments, and Toudou counters that Arakita can’t possibly mean them, not when the difference is waking up, cold and naked and in pain, alone.
Arakita’s woken up alone before, when the wolf doesn’t find its way home before the sun rises, and it’s even more awful than Toudou thinks, but he’ll never admit that. Because if there’s one thing that would make it worse, it would be waking up cold and naked and in pain next to Toudou’s eviscerated corpse.
Everything comes to a head, one morning, when Arakita screams his way back into his human shape, body humming with leftover aggression and he wonders dimly where it’s directed until he sees, and his blood runs cold.
“Did I bite you?” he manages to grate through a mouthful of shifting teeth.
Toudou sits a few feet away, back against a tree, face white and eyes wide and glassy. There are thin trails of blood winding their way down his arm from under and between his fingers, but he shakes his head. “Claws,” he says. His mouth shakes a little.
Arakita feels something cold and heavy settle in his gut, and it almost offsets the fatigue and muscle pain that wraps around him after every transformation. There are a lot of things he wants to say. So many that he’s not sure where to even begin, and his emotions shuffle around to land on anger.
“I told you!” he bursts out, some of the wolf’s growl seeping through. Toudou jumps. “I fuckin’ told you this would happen. Goddamn it, Toudou.”
Toudou stares at him for a moment, vulnerable, and then his shutter snaps up so quickly Arakita reels with it. “Well,” he says, in what is almost his normal haughty voice. Nobody else would be able to tell the difference. “It’s not really a big deal, just a scratch. I’ve had worse falling off my bike. Here, I brought you a sweater, it’s cold out.”
“Toudou --”
“Arakita. Stop. This doesn’t change anything.”
Arakita sets his jaw but he doesn’t retort, and instead, he pulls on the sweater and insists on bandaging Toudou’s arm from the little first aid kit Toudou always brings to the mornings-after. And if his hand shakes a little while he does it, Toudou doesn’t say anything. His hands are shaky, too.
FILL: TEAM KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU, T
Word count: 461
Tags: Werewolf AU, mentions of injury and body horror
Toudou is always there, when Arakita transforms back.
He kind of hates it. Really hates it, in fact, because as much as Toudou sniffs and calls him ungrateful, there’s a very real danger, and Arakita can’t find the right words to articulate something both of them already know, something that Toudou is willfully ignoring.
It’s a constant, ongoing battle, leading up to every full moon -- it starts with Arakita making snippy comments, and Toudou counters that Arakita can’t possibly mean them, not when the difference is waking up, cold and naked and in pain, alone.
Arakita’s woken up alone before, when the wolf doesn’t find its way home before the sun rises, and it’s even more awful than Toudou thinks, but he’ll never admit that. Because if there’s one thing that would make it worse, it would be waking up cold and naked and in pain next to Toudou’s eviscerated corpse.
Everything comes to a head, one morning, when Arakita screams his way back into his human shape, body humming with leftover aggression and he wonders dimly where it’s directed until he sees, and his blood runs cold.
“Did I bite you?” he manages to grate through a mouthful of shifting teeth.
Toudou sits a few feet away, back against a tree, face white and eyes wide and glassy. There are thin trails of blood winding their way down his arm from under and between his fingers, but he shakes his head. “Claws,” he says. His mouth shakes a little.
Arakita feels something cold and heavy settle in his gut, and it almost offsets the fatigue and muscle pain that wraps around him after every transformation. There are a lot of things he wants to say. So many that he’s not sure where to even begin, and his emotions shuffle around to land on anger.
“I told you!” he bursts out, some of the wolf’s growl seeping through. Toudou jumps. “I fuckin’ told you this would happen. Goddamn it, Toudou.”
Toudou stares at him for a moment, vulnerable, and then his shutter snaps up so quickly Arakita reels with it. “Well,” he says, in what is almost his normal haughty voice. Nobody else would be able to tell the difference. “It’s not really a big deal, just a scratch. I’ve had worse falling off my bike. Here, I brought you a sweater, it’s cold out.”
“Toudou --”
“Arakita. Stop. This doesn’t change anything.”
Arakita sets his jaw but he doesn’t retort, and instead, he pulls on the sweater and insists on bandaging Toudou’s arm from the little first aid kit Toudou always brings to the mornings-after. And if his hand shakes a little while he does it, Toudou doesn’t say anything. His hands are shaky, too.