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[ It's always a surreal experience, to touch Kuramochi while he's healing. He sets bones, holds his arm or leg in the cradle of his hands until it feels like he can move on to something else. Bullets have to be pried free before he winds up healing them out of his body or has them rattling around and constantly causing damage, and he's watched as the wounds start to heal not long after the obstruction has been removed. Ryousuke finds it fascinating rather than off-putting, and is perhaps a little off-putting himself for the intrigue that comes with watching his other half, nigh-invulnerable, heal from injuries.

But it feels different, when he sustains these injuries because of him.

More than once he's called him a baby, told him suck it up, Youichi or if you don't want it to hurt, stop being so reckless, but right now the moment feels a little more sober by comparison. He's tired, sore, and he pieces him back together while ignoring the healing injury that'd been square in his sternum. Any harder, or that tiny centimeter to the left, and he'd probably be dead right now.

Invulnerable, but not immortal.

With blood under his nails, Ryousuke shifts as Kuramochi hooks his arm around him, settling so that he's straddled on his lap but has his knees bracketing his ribs rather than his hips. His flexibility has benefited him on more than one occasion - in combat and in bed alike - but right now, it just lets him tuck up like a tired pillbug as he lets out a little hum in response to his name. It's confirmation, an I know, as he traces his fingers carefully along the bandaged wounds, tracking progress of the ones that he can see.

Since Haruichi was born, he knew that he would protect him, do anything for him. It's his job as his big brother, and the motivating factor behind his use of his powers. But then Kuramochi Youichi happened, and he thinks that if anything happened to him he would burn the world to ashes at the first opportunity. ]

We should get you a bulletproof vest.

[ kuramochi can't help but laugh at that remark--it shakes out of his chest and rattles the healing tissue a little so it comes out scratchy, but he can't help the two note 'hyaha!', energetic even if he's exhausted. it's not often that he feels vulnerable, with the superpowers he was gifted, but today it was obvious. if he'd been hit maybe a centimeter over, he'd be dead right now instead of sitting on his beat up old couch with ryousuke in his lap. it still would have been worth it, he thinks, because if he had to trade his life for ryo's, he'd give it up in a second.

still, it's sobering. kuramochi's not really ready to die: he has a life ahead of him he'd like to live, a life with the person on his lap right now.

so, he runs his hand down his back, slowly, a touch that's more tender than he'll ever really admit. he should be more careful, but this is part of his job as seido city's famous iron wall. he'll defend anyone, and if that person includes his longterm partner, then so be it.

that hand shifts up into his hair instead, threading in the soft pink strands and curling there lightly, holding him close, even closer. he doesn't say i'm sorry for scaring you just like ryousuke doesn't say he was scared, and that suits him just fine. they've always been able to communicate beyond words, anyway. ]

'm my own bulletproof vest. [ he says, nodding his head towards the small pile of bloodied bullets now on the table, and the fact that he's still breathing. ] You're the one that needs one, Ryo-san.

[ Pressed up against Kuramochi the way he is, Ryousuke can feel the way the laugh scratches through his strong chest. He's not even laying his full weight on him - knows better than to do this while he's healing - but he wants to, wants to just press him into the couch as tight as he can like it'll mean he can shield him the way that he'd shielded him on the battlefield. But he knows he can't, not in the same way. It's frustrating to know that, despite the strength of his mind and what he can do with it, that he's effectively human otherwise. Being surrounded by so many resilient people, who can take a beating, is something that has him striving to get stronger, pushing himself.

What good is his role in all of this, if he can't keep up with the people who are physically powered? Their strength isn't everything, true, but it keeps them alive. It keeps their loved ones alive.

Slowly, he relaxes against him as his hand strokes along his spine, until he's half-melted against him when he feels fingers curling in his hair. They both need a shower, but Ryousuke would rather wait for a while before he unfolds himself and drags Kuramochi along to the bathroom. ]

You'd just be bruised if you had one. [ His hand unfolds from between their chests, so he can pat him on the bicep, faux mocking. ] Me, I doubt I'd fit into most vests.

[ feeling ryousuke relax against him is like a little victory, one that kuramochi's managed to get his hands on a number of times now. everything with ryo is earned, and kuramochi has always strove to meet his extremely high expectations and take them up another level. for someone who has no psionic powers at all, he and ryousuke have always been on the same wavelength, able to read each other intuitively, perfectly. there's a reason why they're called the 'iron wall', because things don't get past either of them when they work together. it had taken blood and sweat and effort, but kuramochi's partnership in ryousuke--in so many ways--is something he'd never trade away. once he had him, as a partner, as a friend, as so much more, kuramochi had no plans of giving him back.

so, till death do us part, kinda. that's fine with youichi, though hopefully his death comes later than sooner.

kuramochi snorts at being patted, drops his cheek to rest on the top of his head and watch him. ryousuke is probably right (ryousuke is generally right, unless he's being stubborn about something, which has happened) but kuramochi probably won't start wearing one. he's always been reckless, felt sort of invincible, even though he knows that's impossible.

he rifles through answers in his head that aren't offensive ("they make them in kids/women sizes") before just settling on a tired laugh instead, his keen golden eyes watching his hand. ] 'sides, no one ever catches you anyway. Today was a fluke.

[ a fluke, definitely, but one kuramochi is still kind of feeling in his chest and stomach. ]

[ However their relationship might have started (hint: poorly), Ryousuke is thankful for what it is now. No one really understands him the way that Kuramochi does, which he wasn't sure he wanted at first but came to enjoy more than anything else. They have each others' backs, they can predict one another to an eerie degree, even without his powers. After all, Kuramochi certainly doesn't have them.

What really tends to catch him off guard is the fact that he's put first, above even his own safety. Ryousuke has never been in that position before - Haruichi is the golden child, the pinnacle of a hero and good person, and he understands that personally. He's always put his brother first, even if it's never seemed like it. Kuramochi Youichi puts him first, as is evidenced now by his healing body. It makes his heart seize in his chest, fierce affection and possessive protectiveness.

As always, his hands ultimately give him away. He's efficient with mending Kuramochi, a firm if gentled hand. He never strikes Haruichi with more than a dull thump, compared to the sharp blade of his hand that he inflicts on others. He's delicate with books, cherishing the pages of them, keeping them in mint condition whether they be hardback or paperback.

With Kuramochi, now, he goes from being patronizing to gently running his fingers up his bare arm, tracing out muscle definition and ink, following it to his collar. It's an absentminded touch, but it's tender, a reassurance to them both that he's perfectly intact despite the healing injuries that are peppered across his body. The way they're seated, Ryousuke can feel his chest expand, contract, easy breaths in and out against his own, as he mulls over whatever answer he wants to offer.

A wiser choice comes out of his mouth, and he huffs a small chuckle in return. ] I suppose that's true. [ He knows better, but doesn't call him on it. ] I'm a little more wily than most people are prepared for.

you got a heart that's born with a beat

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i want you to know the stay alive reprise came on when i was tagging this

okay now that's just rude

what if i killed off kuramochi

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