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“Get back here you little- Damnit!” Hajime hissed, barely rounding the corner and thus avoiding crashing into the wall. The brown and gray holland lop hopped farther down the hallway, not sparing him a glance as he made his way towards the backdoor that led into Takahiro’s flower shop. “I said get back here, Trinket! This isn’t a place for bunnies” he repeated, scooping Trinket up with one hand.
Suddenly he felt the rug slip from beneath him; instinctively he shut his eyes, cradling the animal close to his chest as he slammed into the door with a loud thud.
His ears rang loudly as he carefully slid down into a sitting position, trying to ease the pounding in his skull. Distant sounds of commotion reached him from the other side, before the lock clicked open and he felt the door push against his back. After a few seconds, he managed to force himself upright with a groan, feeling something sting and pulsate in his cranium.
“What the hell is going on-” Takahiro started before the words suddenly caught in his throat as his face turned pale. There was blood. Hajime’s blood to be exact. His pulse quickened as he felt his hands tremble and his gut twist in fear.
Suddenly Hajime felt an arm wrap securely around his torso and the other taking the animal from his hands. Tōru must've heard him crash.
“Hiro, sweetheart, can you please sit down for me?” Their voice was clear and calm as they instructed him, doing their best to ease their husband’s nerves and prevent further panic, he nodded, legs shaking slightly as he made his way to an armchair in the far corner of the store. “You're doing great, now take a deep breath and don’t move; Issei is gonna come to you in a second okay?” they assured, gently placing the animal in Takahiro’s lap. Another nod, good, now with Hiro in good hands, they could finally focus on the injury.
“Can you walk to the bathroom?” they asked, now turning to their injured partner, holding him up in case he suddenly got dizzy, dialing Issei’s number with the other hand.
“What’s up babe, did something happen?” The voice came almost immediately, making them sigh with relief.
“I know you're busy but we are kinda having an emergency, in short Hiro-chan saw Hajime get hurt, there was blood and he’s not doing well but I gotta patch Haji up so someone needs to keep an eye on him in case he starts to panic, please come quick?” They fired off quickly, as if desperate to get the words out as fast as possible, their voice slightly high pitched.
“Shit, I’m coming” some shuffling noises arose in the background as well as a quick apology. “And Tōru? Don't forget to breathe too, it’s gonna be fine” and with those words he hung up and the bell hanging above the flower shop’s door rang somewhere behind them.
They helped their spouse sit on the edge of the bathtub, and reached for the first aid kit, remembering some of the signs of a serious head trauma. “Are you dizzy?” they asked, gently wiping the blood off with a towel.
“No”
"What day is it today?" They pressed on.
"November thirtieth" Tōru let out a breath of relief, the injury didn't seem to be serious so far.
“Are your ears ringing?” Having stopped the bleeding, they started to dab the disinfectant onto the gauze
“They were a little when I first got up but I think it’s okay now“ He eyed the gauze in their hand with uncertainty
Tōru nodded “I’m sorry, I know it’s gonna hurt like shit, but it's either a few seconds of this, or a possible infection, but you can hold my hand if you need to?” They gently caressed his palm, prying it open and laced their fingers together.
Hajime gave it a light squeeze and gritted his teeth.
Tōru gingerly cleaned out the wound, heart clenching as they watched their husband's expression twist in pain, the grip on their palm tightening.
"There you go, such a brave patient, Iwa-chan" they praised, quickly putting a clean gauze on the wound and putting it firmly in place with a bandage.
"The cut wasn't deep so you won't need stitches, still in case it gets worse, at least one of us is gonna keep an eye on you at all times for the next twenty four hours." They said in a tone that left no room for argument.
Just then, the bathroom door cracked open as Issei poked his head in, holding up a pack of crushed ice. "How are you guys doing, need any help?" He asked, offering the ice pack to Hajime.
"We're fine, thank you darling, how's Hiro?" Tōru inquired.
"He is alright, he actually sent me here to ask You the same question" he chuckled, giving Hajime a slightly worried look.
"I'm fine, but I had no idea we're married to a goddamn medical professional" he laughed, kissing Tōru's hands gently.
"Oh stop it! I'm no professional, Eita-chan just insisted that we have at least basic first aid skills in case something like this happens so no one freaks out during an emergency!" Tōru said, turning their head quickly, trying to hide the blush on their head, only to be met with a kiss on the cheek from Issei.
"If it weren't for you, Hiro would've probably fainted and I would probably not be able to take care of this on my own, you're my hero." Hajime grinned, giving his spouse a peck on the other cheek, making them cover their mouth with a hand to not explode into giggles.
"Take your shirt off, we gotta wash it quick or the stains won't come off" They desperately tried to steer the conversation in a different direction.
"There are better ways to ask our husband to undress for You, Honey"
Issei chided with a teasing grin.
"Shut up!" Tōru smacked their husband on the shoulder.
"I love you too, babe!" he retorted with a wink and flashed the heart shaped, Moonstone pendant that hung around his neck before sauntering off to the living room.
"He's ridiculous," Tōru huffed, absentmindedly rolling a matching heart made of Alexandrite between their fingers.
Hajime gave them a flat look and refrained from further comments.
A few minutes later Tōru walked into the living room with Hajime under their arm, a trusty, worn out, tie-dye t-shirt hung loosely around his frame as he held the ice pack to his cranium.
Takahiro practically jumped out of his seat, enveloping Hajime in a tight hug. "Scare me like that one more time and I swear to all that's holy I am going to make you regret it" he whispered.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to scare you, promise I'll never do it again" he swore, drawing a cross symbol over his Tanzanite heart pendant and pressing a kiss to the matching sparkling Fire Opal pendant around Takahiro's neck.
Tōru cleared their throat as they turned to Issei ”Dearest, I have a special task for you, one of utmost importance” they said, leaning in with a serious look in their face, spine straight and hands folded behind their back, their noses nearly touching, making Takahiro and Hajime snicker at their theatrics. Issei’s expression remained cold as he kept running his fingers through Trinket’s fur slowly with an arched eyebrow, trying his best to match his spouse’s delightfully ominous energy. “And what that task may be, dearly beloved?” He inquired, stroking his thumb playfully over the other’s chin, barely grazing their bottom lip. At that, the other two gave in, succumbing to the waves of resounding laughter. Tōru and Issei both barely managed to bite back smiles themselves and after a short breath to regain composure, they continued "I'm so glad you asked!" They clapped their hands together, giving him a lopsided, conspiratory grin. "Well, you see, our darling over there has an order not to strain himself for at least next twenty four hours, your job is to keep an eye on him to make sure that that is indeed what will happen, you may be as clingy as you like, do you think you’re right fit for the job?”
Hajime managed to catch a glimpse of his husband’s downright devious expression, that was never a good sign. He took a steady breath, preparing for the worst.
„Anything for you three” Issei promised, planting a kiss on the back of their hand before turning his gaze towards Hajime.
„I would get on the couch if I were you,” Takahiro suggested „He can and will attempt to bridal- carry you if you try to argue with him, good luck” He gave Hajime a pat on the shoulder and went back to the shop.
Sure enough, Issei approached him with Trinket in his arms, and looked at him expectantly.
„Do you need anything”
Hajime asked after some time, confused by the impromptu staring contest.
„Yes, actually,”at this point his husband struggled to keep a straight face „if you could hold the little troublemaker for a moment please?”
Hajime obeyed, gently cradling the little guy to his chest and felt Issei put an arm under his knees and back
“Perfect! Don’t drop him now” the taller man picked him up with little effort, carefully treading over to the couch, and despite the heated protests, he remained perfectly still.
“Put me down, or I will turn your skin into a new upholstery for the car” he hissed, glaring daggers into his husband’s chest.
“Sweet talking will get you almost everywhere, but no-can-do hun, doctor’s orders” Finally settling down on the couch, he looked entirely too pleased with himself.
Rolling eyes at his significant other, who currently felt closer to a jailer, he instead held Trinket close to his face “You’re the one who got me into this whole mess”
“And I’m sure he is very sorry,” he paused, exhaling slowly. “As am I for leaving the cage door open to begin with” he shot his partner a guilty look.
Hajime took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Promise I’m not mad, accidents happen”
Issei didn't look very convinced.
“Do you need anything? Food, water, or maybe a back rub?” he offered.
“I am not a dog Issei, I will be fine, thank you”
“If you say so” he shrugged and leaned over to hit the play button on the CD player, letting soft piano notes fill the silence and began to gently scratch in circular motions on his partner’s back..
Looking aimlessly around the room, a pair of sharp green eyes fell onto a framed collage hanging over the mantlepiece to their left.
At the top, a photo of Takahiro mid-backflip on the beach, rim light that came from the twilight sun illuminating his focused expression perfectly.
To the right, Toru’s face beamed, transfixed by the roaring campfire with their eyes glittering hundred times brighter than the sparks around them.
At the bottom was a picture of Issei, sleeping peacefully in the shade of a willow tree, a crown of wildflowers adorned his temple, melting away into a halo around his head. Maybe one of Hajime’s best work yet
Finally, a candid shot of Hajime taken by Takahiro, depicting him coming out of the water, carrying a surfboard and grinning ear to ear with salt water dripping from his face. That picture made the arrangement complete and really, he could not be more proud.
With the soft music and methodical scratching, he couldn't help but doze off soon after, but before that, he felt one last kiss atop his forehead. So long as he had those three watching over him, he truly felt luckier than with the help of any Rabbit’s foot.