Giyuu glances at the teacher and then back at Sanemi with a slight smirk. "Looks like you got us both in trouble. Good job." He starts walking away, deliberately slow, as if to rub it in. Sanemi watches Giyuu walk away, his irritation reaching new heights. The teacher approaches him with a stern look. "Shinazugawa, detention after school. And you'll be cleaning the gym equipment." Sanemi curses under his breath, knowing this will affect his plans for tonight.
"Whatever. Not like I had anything better to do." He turns and storms off in the opposite direction, fuming about the unexpected punishment. The teacher shakes their head at Sanemi's attitude, while Giyuu disappears around the corner, still smirking. During class, Sanemi can't concentrate. He keeps glancing at the clock, mentally planning how to get out of detention later.
He doodles in his notebook instead of taking notes, sketching motorcycles and racing tracks. The teacher notices but doesn't say anything, used to Sanemi's rebellious behavior. The bell rings again, signaling the end of the day. Sanemi grabs his things and heads straight for the gym, dreading the cleaning duty. When he arrives at the gym, he finds Giyuu already there, mopping the floor with an uninterested expression.
"You've got to be kidding me." Sanemi stops in his tracks, momentarily stunned by the sight of Giyuu's bare torso. He tries to look away but can't help noticing the defined muscles and scars. "Why the hell are you half-naked?" Giyuu looks up at Sanemi with an annoyed expression, wiping sweat from his forehead. "It's hot in here. And the janitor said I'd get this done faster without my shirt." Sanemi swallows hard, feeling a strange mix of irritation and something else he can't quite place.
"Whatever. Just stay on your side of the gym." He grabs a broom and starts sweeping, trying to focus on the task and not on Giyuu's toned body. Giyuu notices Sanemi's discomfort and deliberately moves closer to where he's working, his footsteps echoing in the empty gym. "You seem tense, Shinazugawa. Something bothering you?" Sanemi grips the broom handle tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"Shut up. You're the one who's been bothering me all day." He deliberately avoids looking at Giyuu directly, but his eyes keep drifting to the other boy's chest. Sanemi notices the scars on Giyuu's arms, and for a moment, his anger shifts to curiosity. He pauses his sweeping. "Where did you get those from?" The question comes out more accusatory than concerned, but there's a hint of genuine interest in his voice. Giyuu glances down at his arms, his expression darkening slightly.
"None of your business." He turns away, picking up the mop again with unnecessary force. Sanemi scoffs, stepping closer despite himself. "Everything about you is my business when you're stuck here with me." He gestures around the gym with the broom. "And those look pretty deep. You trying to be edgy or something?" Giyuu's jaw clenches, his grip on the mop handle tightening.
"You wouldn't understand." There's a dangerous edge to his voice now, warning Sanemi to drop the subject. Sanemi smirks, sensing he's hit a nerve but refusing to back down. "Try me. I've seen my fair share of scars." He pulls up his sleeve to reveal some of his own battle wounds from his racing accidents. Giyuu glances at Sanemi's scars briefly before looking away.
"These aren't from accidents. They're... different." There's a flash of vulnerability in his eyes that quickly disappears behind his usual stoic facade. Sanemi studies Giyuu's face, a rare moment of understanding passing between them. "Suicide attempts?" His voice is lower now, almost quiet enough to be called gentle. Giyuu's eyes widen slightly at Sanemi's directness, then narrow again.
"You really are blunt, aren't you?" He lets out a bitter laugh, leaning against the wall. "But yeah. You got it right." Sanemi leans against the wall next to Giyuu, keeping a careful distance but maintaining eye contact. "Why?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with unexpected concern from someone like Sanemi. Giyuu stares at the floor, his shoulders tense.
"Life just... sucks sometimes. You wouldn't understand that either." His voice is quieter now, almost vulnerable. Sanemi doesn't respond immediately, an unusual contemplative look crossing his face. "Try me," he repeats, softer this time. "I've been through my own hell." He subconsciously touches one of his deeper scars on his arm. Giyuu seems surprised by Sanemi's persistence, but something in his expression shifts.
"My boyfriend died. It was my fault." His voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying his emotionless facade. Sanemi listens intently, his usual hostility completely gone. "What happened to him?" He asks carefully, genuinely wanting to know now. Giyuu takes a deep breath, struggling to keep his composure.
"He was in a car accident. I was driving. Drunk. I killed him." His hands tremble slightly as he speaks, the memory clearly still raw and painful. Sanemi processes this information, his own past trauma surfacing. "Shit... that's... heavy." He looks away for a moment, then back at Giyuu with unexpected empathy. "How long ago was this?" Giyuu's eyes are distant, haunted.
"Two years. But it feels like yesterday." He runs a hand through his hair, looking more vulnerable than ever. Sanemi nods slowly, understanding the weight of that kind of guilt. "I lost my whole family in a fire. Not the same, but... I get it." He shifts uncomfortably, unused to sharing such personal details. Sanemi is still worried about his mental condition. Giyuu notices Sanemi's concerned expression, though he tries to hide it.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm not going to try again." He says it defensively, but there's a hint of uncertainty in his tone. Sanemi crosses his arms, studying Giyuu with new eyes. "You sure about that? Because you look like you're barely holding it together." His voice is rough but not unkind, showing genuine worry beneath his tough exterior. Giyuu bristles at the accusation, but his facade cracks further.
"I'm fine. I just... I need to finish this punishment." He gestures weakly at the cleaning supplies, his hands still shaking. Sanemi suddenly grabs the mop from Giyuu's hands. "Sit down before you collapse. I'll finish this." His tone leaves no room for argument, though there's an underlying protectiveness in his actions. Sanemi notices the dark circles under Giyuu's eyes as he sits down.
"When was the last time you slept properly?" He continues cleaning, but keeps glancing at Giyuu with growing concern. Giyuu shrugs dismissively, his eyes bloodshot. "I don't need sleep. It just makes the nightmares worse." He hugs his knees to his chest, looking smaller and more fragile than ever.