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“Fuck”, Hajime yelped. He ground his foot into the brake pedal, jolting his car to a stop. He sat there for a moment frozen in shock, digging his nails into the steering wheel. “Maybe it was a deer” he mumbled, he already knew it wasn’t. What kind of deer had bleach blonde hair and stood on 2 legs? Hajime rubbed his eyes, opened his door, and stiffly stumbled around to the front of his car.
A form lay crumpled on the asphalt, bleached by his headlights. The same form that he had distantly seen staggering down the road and after an unreasonably long blink, crushed against his windscreen. He knew he should’ve had that extra coffee, or maybe it was the coffee’s fault, his hands were shaking an awful lot. “Right okay” he slapped his cheeks to try and dredge up some long-lost energy. He bent over to check on the person who he had definitely not hit with his car. They were lying face down, he prodded them with his foot… Not a sound. He cursed under his breath, “I really don’t have time to get arrested right now”. He knelt and rolled the person over, they were surprisingly light and extremely underdressed. Their arms were bare, their torso only covered by a thin t-shirt, and their legs clad in ripped skinny jeans. Looking at their face Hajime could now see it was a guy, his skin was cold to the touch and his lips slightly tinged blue.
Hajime placed his hand in front of his mouth and felt a gentle, warm breath tickling his palm. He sighed in relief and slouched, mumbling a prayer to whoever was listening. It wasn’t all over yet though, he had still hit the guy. What if he remembered his license plate, or what his car looked like. The chance was slim, but not zero. The guy also had a nasty gash on his forehead, his face was pale enough to blend in with his almost white hair that hung limply around him, some plastered to his forehead with blood. He also had a few other scrapes, and probably some nasty bruises. “Oh god what if he has broken bones” Hajime fretted. “Okay okay… Plan, I need a plan”. No way could Hajime pay for a lawsuit. His shitty office job was barely enough to pay for his apartment, he had two roommates for christ's sake!
Maybe it was the fact he had slept a total of five hours over the past week, or maybe it was the fact he was a colossal dumbass, but Hajime decided to hoist the guy into his passenger seat and drive home. Maybe it counted as kidnapping, Hajime was too panicked to care, he hoped the guy wouldn’t mind. He cranked up the heating in his car, although it hardly made any difference, at the speed he was going it was a surprise his engine didn’t combust. Finally, he pulled to a stop outside of his apartment. The guy still hadn’t stirred. He clambered out of the car and wheeled around, making sure there were no witnesses. He really didn’t want his neighbours to see him dragging what appeared to be a corpse. While he didn’t particularly care about his reputation, Makoto did and he was sadly associated with him. Thankfully no one was around, and Hajime had never been gladder to live in an apartment block without security cameras.
He walked over to the passenger door and yanked it open. Thunk! Well if he didn’t have a concussion before he definitely did now. Hajime cringed internally and bent over to pick the guy up. He fumbled a bit trying to figure out the easiest way to carry the guy, seeing as he was a dead weight. The only way that would work is to throw the guy over his shoulder, he still needed a hand free to open doors, he couldn’t exactly ask the mystery man to open them for him. If he could he wouldn’t need to be carrying him in the first place. He rested the guy's hips on his shoulder and wrapped his arm around his thighs to secure him. Now he had to stand up, he stumbled a bit, his knees buckling under the weight.
Hajime managed to steady himself and slowly trudged over to the entrance. He shouldered the door open, the momentary tilt of his torso sent the blonde's hips careening into his ear. Hajime quickly righted himself, causing his back to emit a large crack. His face was dusted pink and his ears burned, he figured it was just due to the sudden change of temperature, definitely nothing else.
He jabbed at the elevator call button with his finger, he was beginning to sweat. Suddenly it hit him and his stomach dropped, what if the elevator wasn’t working? He lived on the 4th floor! No way could he carry this guy all that way! Just as he began to spiral there was a ding and the elevator door slid open. Hajime rushed into the elevator, colliding with someone exiting it, oh no. “Duuuude, calm down, why in such a rush” Hiro slurred, he clearly wasn’t sober, as usual. Hajime slammed the close door button so fast the doors almost caught Hiro’s hair. He let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding, hopefully he wouldn’t remember that.
Hajime selected his floor, and now comes the waiting… Still waiting… Sweat prickled at the back of his neck and his muscles burned with exertion. The mystery man’s zipper was pressing uncomfortably into Hajime’s shoulder. He tensed realising exactly what he was doing. Oh god, what was he doing! Welp… it was too late to back out now. The elevator doors finally slid open and Hajime heard a gentle moan in his ear. “Shit” he hissed, why did he have to choose now to wake up?! Okay only a few more steps to his apartment, of course, it couldn’t be that easy. Stood right in front of him, clearly waiting for the elevator was Kyoko, Makoto’s girlfriend. He froze, she gave him a quick glance. Her face was blank, almost bored as if this was a normal occurrence. Kyoko quirked an eyebrow at him before flicking her hair over her shoulder and striding into the elevator as if nothing had happened. Hajime almost melted on the spot in relief, hopefully she doesn’t mention this to Makoto.
As he stepped out of the elevator, the movement jostled his precious cargo and the man began to shift. Hajime flat out sprinted to the apartment door and fumbled with his keys, almost dropping them. He shoved them into the keyhole, managing to wrench the door open. He said a silent prayer that his roommates would be normal fucking people for once and not be up at three AM, but the fact that Kyoko just left didn’t bode well. Lucky for him his room was right next to the doorway. Suck on that one. He threw himself across the threshold, yeeting the guy onto his bed before slamming his back into his door. “Damn Makoto and Shuichi must’ve heard that”. He stood up from where he had slid down onto his floor and decided maybe, just maybe, he should check on the guy that he may have hit with his car.
The guy was slumped against his headboard, partially conscious, barely even partially and he was muttering. Hajime fetched the first aid kit from his bedside table and settled himself on his knees over the guy’s lap so he could tend to his head wound. It wasn’t the most comfortable position but it was all he could think of. Hajime sucked in a sharp breath, he really should’ve tended to it earlier, it looked really nasty. The guy was looking really pale, and his cheeks were flushed, he probably had a fever. Hajime ripped open a disinfectant wipe and began to gently clean the crusted blood from around the wound.
He was so close, he could feel the guy’s warm breath against his collar bones, it was starting to make his chest moist, and slightly sticky? He could see that the guy’s eyelashes were long and thick, gently fluttering like his eyes were moving around and his pale skin was dotted all over with freckles. His eyes followed them down to his chest, wondering how far those freckles went “Snap out of it Hajime” he muttered to himself, he spotted some nasty bruises on the guy’s neck and jawline, he’d have to get him some ice.
He reached behind him groping for the first aid kit but instead groped something else. That was definitely not a first aid kit unless first aid kits were suddenly warm and fleshy. He jerked his hand back and his face grew hot. He craned his neck to actually locate the first aid kit, okay it was right next to the guy’s leg, his warm, fleshy leg. Hajime was starting to feel lightheaded. He managed to pull out an adhesive dressing and turned back around to apply it. Hajime gently smoothed down each side of the adhesive with his fingertips and sat back on his heels to admire his handiwork. He couldn’t see if the guy had any more injuries, at least not from where he was.
He leaned forward again to check the back of the guys head, there could be an injury hidden under his hair. Hajime wasn’t really paying much attention and so he didn’t notice the fact that the guy had stopped mumbling. As he wove his hands into his damaged hair, his fingers probing for anything not normal he was caught by surprise as something warm and slick met his lips and a solid weight was slung around his waist, pulling him in. He stilled for a moment before realising what was happening and wrenched himself out of the loose embrace. He scrambled backward with such haste that he launched himself off of the bed and onto his floor with a thump. He whipped his head up to look at the now fully awake figure on his bed.
He had his head inclined to the side and looked remarkably like a kicked puppy. “Is that not what you wanted? I’m sorry I don’t really remember” His voice was high and breathy, a little raw like someone who hadn’t spoken in a while, that might just be the head wound. Hajime sat there for a minute gaping like a fish, no sound seemed able to leave his mouth. The guy began to crawl towards him, wincing a bit when he put weight onto one of his legs. It was definitely a seductive crawl, but in a clearly practiced way. Hajime was like a deer in headlights staring helplessly into his frosted green eyes as he got closer and closer, now he was on the floor. Oh god, he was touching Hajime, his hands running up his thighs, wait what? “W..wait stop!” Hajime blurted out, abruptly coming back to himself. He realised the position they were in, almost flipped to how they had been not even a minute earlier. “What are you doing?” he asked, slightly more firmly now, his voice definitely not trembling, maybe he also had a head wound.
The guy sat back on his haunches, he looked ready to pounce or flee at any second. His face held an absolutely baffled expression “I’m sorry? Why did you hire me then?” Hajime thought the guy was maybe joking, it was a very weird joke if he was, but he seemed completely sincere. “Look, to be honest, I don’t even remember how I got here so it would be great if you could elaborate and stop wasting the time you presumably paid for” he continued, he seemed nervous. Hajime wanted to facepalm, the guy was a prostitute! That explained everything, well not everything, but a great deal. Whooh, at least he didn’t need to worry about the guy taking him to the police then. “I uh, I didn’t pay for anything” Hajime managed to stutter out.
“Well do you want to?” He looked up with heavy-lidded eyes.
“No, no. I hi-I mean I found you at the side of the road, I think someone must’ve hit you with their car or something… maybe.” Hajime rambled out “I brought you back to my place to treat your wounds, by the way, what’s your name?” He scarcely took a breath as he rattled all this out, the dam had finally broken. The guy looked very taken aback as he slumped to lean against Hajime’s bed “It’s Nagito, not that it really matters, I should go. I wouldn’t want you to waste any more of your time on someone like me” He hoisted himself up and began to hobble over to the door. “Wait!” Hajime cried out just as Nagito’s knee buckled under him and he began to pitch backwards.
Hajime caught him by the waist, his grip lingering just a tad too long, and helped him back onto the bed, why was he in such a hurry to leave? He could still feel the warmth clinging to his palms, he shook his head to dispel those thoughts. Nagito had started babbling again about how he was “worthless” and Hajime should have left him “to die at the side of the road” and various other apologies. Hajime elected to ignore it. “Look your leg is clearly fucked up can I at least have a look at it”
“Uuh..you really don’t have to”
“Yes, but I want to,” Hajime coaxed. He was starting to not. Was this really worth the trouble? He heaved a sigh, this was his responsibility, he did hit the guy after all. “I think it's my knee,” Nagito mumbled. Okay, I can work with that, he’s in ripped jeans, easy, knee’s exposed, probably just a graze. Hajime kneeled in front of Nagito as he sat on the bed, leaning back on his hands. It’s the only way he could see clearly! He wobbled a bit and flailed his hand out, hoping to grab the bed. He did not grab the bed. Nagito let out a squeak as Hajime firmly planted his hand on his thigh. Right at this moment, his bedroom door swung open. Shit. He hadn't locked the door.
“Hey I’m gonna head to the store do you need anythiii….” Hajime whipped his head around making eye contact with Makoto stood in the doorway looking like a tomato. Hajime felt himself blush even more if that were possible, he was frozen. “Okay well text me if you need anything” Makoto rushed out before darting away. Hajime shot up “Wait no! It's not what you think” He yelped, but it was too late, he had left.
He felt eyes burning into him and whipped his head around once more. This time making eye contact with Shuichi. Who just so happened to be in the kitchen at this exact moment. He cross-legged on the countertop, slouched over a pint of his ice cream, spoon dangling out of his mouth. That emo piece of shit had seen the entire thing, he was never gonna hear the end of this. Hajime just heaved a deep sigh of resignation, it wasn’t the first today and with his luck wouldn’t be the last. He wheeled around and strode back into his room, slamming the door behind him.