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Kinjou awoke first to the sound of rain pattering outside, then to the dull ache in his knee. He moved to sit up and was halted by the arm slung over his chest. Arakita snuggled closer to him as he attempted to shift away, and Kinjou gave up with a resigned sigh. At a glance, his bed partner still appeared to be mostly asleep. Kinjou ran his fingers loosely through Arakita's hair, rousing him gently.
"I need to get up," he said softly.
Arakita made a discontented noise, pressing his face into Kinjou's ribs. Kinjou usually appreciated times like this, when Arakita dropped his usual guard around him. But the pain in his knee throbbed, pressing down to his toes and back up.
"Yasutomo," he said.
"Don't wanna... arm hurts," Arakita mumbled into Kinjou's shirt.
"Your arm?" Kinjou repeated, trying to recall if Arakita mentioned anything about injuring his arm recently.
Another throb of pain.
"C'mon, I'll be right back."
Arakita half-heartedly resisted Kinjou's movement, but settled for pulling his arm back to his own chest as Kinjou exited the blankets and gingerly stepped off of the bed. He limped slightly on his way to the bathroom, finding the bottle of ibuprofen. He brought the medicine back to the bedroom, taking a couple pills with the glass of water on the nightstand. Arakita turned his head to look at Kinjou, eyes squinted slightly in the dim lighting.
"Y'alright?" He asked, voice still dripping with sleep.
"It's just my knee," Kinjou answered, before offering the bottle of pain killers out to him, "do you want to take some of this?"
"Nah," Arakita mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his palms.
"If your arm is bothering you, you should take it."
"It isn't."
"Yasutomo."
Arakita looked at him again, eyes glinting in darkness. Suddenly alert.
"Fine."
Kinjou poured out another dosage of pills in his hand before placing them into Arakita's. He gave the glass of water to Arakita, who accepted it with his left hand. Tossed the pills into his mouth, took a drink of water, mechanically.
"Did you injure yourself recently?" Kinjou gingerly sat back on the bed, reaching out to touch Arakita's shoulder.
"No," he snapped. When Kinjou pulled his hand back, Arakita lowered his head and mumbled, "not recently."
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
Arakita sighed and placed the water back on the nightstand.
"It's not a big deal. Played baseball too much in junior high; fucked up my elbow. It doesn't affect my riding," he said, sliding back down into the bedcovers.
"What position did you play?"
"Pitcher."
Kinjou couldn't say he was surprised, knowing Arakita. He had the tendency to push himself to keep going until his body gave out. He did anything for the sake of the team, even if it meant self-destructing. It made Kinjou want to look after him, to make sure he didn't hurt himself. To maximize his potential.
"Can we go back to sleep or are you gonna stare at me all night?" Arakita asked.
Kinjou smiled.
"Maybe I will. You are really cute with bed head," he ruffled Arakita's hair with his fingers.
"Shut up," Arakita grumbled, reaching out to grab Kinjou and forcing him to lie down.
"Go to sleep."
"Goodnight Yasutomo."
"Goodnight."