unpacks the food harumasa had ordered for him. after his ribs are sitting on his plate, he takes off his shades and looks up at harumasa, his expression blank.
" so is everything your doctor said true? "
for the remainder of their seemingly agonizingly long walk, lighter only gives harumasa responses that are never more than a handful of words.
he dwells deeply on the interaction with harumasa's doctor, his mind travelling down a winding path that leads to harumasa neglecting
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scarier than any glimpse harumasa's gotten at the strength of 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙤𝙣 is this version of lighter standing a few purposeful steps behind him.
as if the coldness in his tone wasn't enough to let
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would he take risks like that? doesn't he 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 to live?
all of his questions ring louder than harumasa's voice until the door to his apartment is closed behind them, leaving the two of them in a thick silence that brims with tension.
he holds that silence for a while, as he
the question he's met with is nothing less than the equivalent of harumasa holding up a piece of paper in front of an elephant to try and hide it from his view.
as if that's not enough to completely unimpress lighter, harumasa starts waving the paper around next, talking
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lighter's tone is laced with an iciness so sharp, harumasa can feel it carving into him. he frowns, since he's still a few paces ahead and lighter can't see what kind of expression he's wearing, anyway.
❛ well, what if he 𝘸𝘢𝘴
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anyone could overhear, which left him with only one option for now.
" 'm not real hungry, you can just pick anything. i'll eat later. "
dissatisfaction is obvious in his tone, his usual casual attitude gone along with his appetite, unable to shake the uneasy feelings that came
" said.. it didn't sound much like he was joking.. "
he has questions, several of them, but he stops speaking at that, waiting to see what harumasa has to say.
lighter manages a nod in return when the doctor takes his leave, and continues staring in the direction the other man had been standing even after he's already gone.
the silence that falls between the two of them afterwards feels heavy, like a weight he's not really sure how to
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❛ 𝘢𝘤𝘬—— sensei, wai—— ❜ harumasa tries to, respectfully, shut his ever - patient doctor up before he can finish, but the damage is already done.
it feels a little like harumasa buried himself a nice, 10ft hole and also tossed
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most cases, it's not really all that big of a deal to catch harumasa doing this since most of the time it isn't about anything too serious and it's much more fun to play along with him.
this is different.
" i'm not real sure i get what you find so funny about anything he
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with a short, airy laugh, he nods, managing to squeeze in a quick, " you got that right, " before harumasa begins to cutely protest.
for a split second, the interaction between the two almost feels lighthearted, only for the feeling to come to a crashing halt at ikushima’s
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harumasa cringes at lighter's words, already seeing what path they were headed on. lips part to interject, but the doctor's dry, tired laugh comes in first.
ikushima shakes his head, shoving one hand down his pocket. ❛ "trouble" .ᐣ
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response.
his gaze snaps back to harumasa, expression serious.
“ … this some sort of joke? you didn’t really block your doctor’s number, did you? “
despite asking the question, the sinking feeling in his heart and ikushima’s demeanor are enough to give him the truth