The sky slowly brightened from darkness to blue. Night has passed. Minato was still sleeping; The room was silent and soft—peaceful. No hustle-bustle of the street, his issues, hate, everything feels like it is on vacation except the singing of birds can be here.
Minato slowly opened his eyes. He rubbed his eyes, gently. He sat up, one leg on the floor. He yawned. He takes his phone from the table.
He looked at his phone—shocked. He leaned forward, he was trembling crazily.
He looked at the phone. His pupils were trembling. It was red like it would flow any time.
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Messages
[7 pm]—Hey.
[7:02 pm]—I have something for you.
call…
[7:02 pm]—call me. When you read it.
[8:37 pm]—Why are you late?
call(4)
[8:38 pm]—I am waiting.
[11 pm]—Where are you? Damn it.
Call(10)
[11:49 pm]—Why are you not picking up? You know I don't like this kind of thing. You know fully well.
[12 am]—Come home right now. I want to talk to you. Why are you so cold hearted? You are not even reading my message and I am wasting my time to text you.
It makes me sad.
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He is laughing. Laughing to himself—full of pain. How can someone be that ruthless? 'He' want to see me right now. Minato's mind becomes blank. He doesn't know how… just how..
"He wasn't even talking to me. My head is hurting." Minato grabbed his head with a pained look, his eyes were red with anger. " He is acting weird though. Hm…"
He loosened his tensed body and fell into his soft and comfy bed–curling around the pillow.
"What I deserve to be treated like this." Minato's heart was hurting with awful memories. He closed his eyes imagining the scene. When he ignores him, he doesn't even know what is going on. Not asking him why he is so silent.
Minato nature is so soft and gentle. He is an introvert. He becomes talkative when he is with the closest one only.
"That person who hasn't even talked to me now wants to. I hate this. And telling him it is making… him sad… what the hell. Ordering me like I am an object of his or something. First don't care then call them like you are careless here one."
His corner of the mouth pulled, converting into a bitter smile, his eyes lacked its usual brightness. He closed his eyes slowly as usual, his stomachache not stopping. He rubbed his stomach a little bit.
"Sigh. not this again."
Minato sat again with the support of his hands. He slowly walked toward the washroom door. He opened it. Then he silently without saying a word. He stepped in front of the sink.
He splashed water into his face, firmly wanting to forget the bad things. He smiled looking at his own face with a torn expression.
"I am fine." with a shiny, fake smile. He left;
He reached the hall with his gloomy but fresh smile.
Shimizu was already awake, sitting on the couch. He waved his hand, his eyes in disbelief. "You up?! How? No you are not my Minato. Impossible!"
Minato comes toward him. lips pulled into a scowl. He asked, "Why are you acting like that? Why so shocked."
Shimizu scratched his forehead, "Hm… cause of your delay and your excuse. I think you sleep too much…" He silenced himself after a few words—he lowered his head. Minato is not angry right? And I am not even wrong. I am stating the facts. Yeah! He filled with happiness he glanced up;
Shimizu's face brightness drained completely instantly. Minato was glaring at me with a cold expression, closing his eyes like listening to every insult, then he was going to judge it, according to his judgment he is going to punish the sinner.
"..." Shimizu stopped. His Adam apple bobbed nervously covered in sweat. His mind is in a mess.
"Continue. Why stop?"
Minato's voice was lower. Shimizu can feel the heaviness in the voice. His poor heart clutched with fear.
Shimizu thinks. I am already cooked. What is even fear? I don't hear it anywhere. I am gonna tell him every bad habit. He smirked and humphed on his own. He thinks I am afraid of him. Huh.. of him. Nope.
Shimizu looked up with determination showing bravery but his little buddy was still panicking internally.
"How many times I need to tell you. You have to leave your bed habits…" Minato opened his red eyes. "And stop glaring. I am right." He pointed his finger to himself then to Minato. "You are wrong this time."
"..." from the other side there is no response. Minato's face is lowered like he is defeated.
Shimizu became happy. I think he finally understands his mistake. But something is wrong why he's not saying anything. My heart is beating so fast because of the suspense.
Minato opened his mouth. Shimizu's breaths stop looking desperately at Minato. But Minato closed his mouth in a few seconds—saying nothing.
"Okay now your turn." Minato said.
"How many times do I need to tell 'you' that I am in a fever or sick. You know my health too well but you still mock me with sleep…" Shimizu cut him in the middle, "I know your health thing but… it's too weird. It always happens every single day… You are sick. How is it possible? That's not mean what I want to say." Shimizu's voice is filled with worries. His brows knitted with concern while a faint, irritated sneer tugged at his lips
"Then you mean. That I am faking it. Hiding it. I don't even have anything to hide… " Minato silently said to himself, "from myself…"
"You think I am weird."
"I–I—I… No no no. You are not weird at all." He stretched his arm a little. His expression is gentle but filled with fear, "Why are you taking it to your heart? It's not even that serious…"
"Huh… you think it's simple! You are making fun of me and think it's simple. I don't even know what is wrong with me then yo–you…"
Minato muttered. His breath is swallowed. His eyes were flittering.
"Ok ok ok sorry."
Shimizu joined his hand in front of Minato quickly with a small smile.
"I am not done yet…"
"Growl~~~" Minato's stomach growled loudly.
"..." Shimizu blinked.
"..." Minato.
"...don't laugh okay. I haven't eaten anything since last night."
"Hehehe." Shimizu starts laughing loudly, grabbing his stomach.
"Stop it." Minato fell to his knees hiding his face which was already red with embarrassment. Shimizu ignored Minato's pleas anyway. He stood up and went to the dining area. He lifted the cloches one by one. Each cloche is filled with different varieties of food and aroma starts diffusing in the surrounding. Where in one cloche filled with sweets like cake, pastries. Others are filled with normal foods like egg or rice with a chicken curry.
It reaches Minato's nose immediately. He sat on the dining table at lightning speed. His throat swallowed a tone of saliva. He looked at dishes and into his plate then at Shimizu. He looked at Shimizu with happiness, "Serve me quickly! I am hungry." He pushed the plate forward.
"No." Shimizu stops him.
"Why? You can't see I am hungry." Minato frowned.
"You are the one who is arguing with me first. When I was right."
"I tell you. I am sick. Sick. Sick. please…"
Shimizu ignores Minato. He serves himself and starts eating.
"Woah! This strawberry flavor is so good… yum…"
Shimizu shows him with a full expression filled with mocking. Eating pastries one by one.
"...hm…"
Minato hesitated. Shimizu looked at him with the corner of his eyes.
"Only three more left."
Minato pouted, crossing his arms.
"It's not gonna work on me. Say you are wrong then I would think to leave some for you." Shimizu made a deal. He stares at Minato's eyes directly—eating dessert slowly while waiting for his answer.
"..."
After ten minutes.
When only cake was left;
Minato finally opened his mouth, "Okay. Okay. I am wrong. I sleep late so… it's happened often okay. Often… but mostly I was sick… Now give me."
He pushed his plate again. Shimizu nodded with satisfaction, "Huh… you just had to admit that I will give you too soon."
"Only one thing is left. I know you well that you aren't going to eat rice and curry anyway. You know you are too stubborn."
He served him, arranging a piece of cake on his plate while talking.
"Dig in."
Minato aggressively nodded with a bright smile. He attacked the food with his full might. He eats it instantly. He looked up.
"Can you give me more?" making puppy-eyes. Shimizu said with a sad look, "You can see there is no cake anymore." Shimizu turned his face.
"..." Minato is speechless. Blaming himself I just need to say those fake words. No no. It's fake. I am too hungry.
Minato lowers his face in disappointment. His body was trembling. Shimizu heard some sobs and he quickly glanced at Minato with the corner of his eyes.
"Sigh, why are you crying now. Are you a kid?"
"I am not a kid you are… I am so hungry sob… My stomach is hurting because it's empty. I need more. More… please."
"When are you going to stop your drama?" He stood and took the cakes from the refrigerator into his both hands. He placed it onto the table.
"I can eat one. You can eat one." Shimizu announced.
He shook his head, "No. Are you a bear why your stomach is not getting full. I am gonna eat both."
Shimizu takes a deep breath, "Okay. eat both. But don't you think you are going to get a cavity in your teeths."
"Why…?"
"It's two." Shimizu opens his two fingers showing Minato.
"Huh… who cares I am an adult now, just give me. Give me. Give me."
Minato starts repeating 'give me' loudly while hitting the table with his fork.
"Okay,"
Shimizu silently serves him. Minato happily eats his breakfast in peace.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Author note:-
Sorry for the delay. I was a little busy reading 2ha and I forgot I am also writing something.
I am here to enjoy the chapter. please forgive me about the delay then:)