September catch-all [SEMI-CLOSED]

[heretic_blade]

Who ⬤ Okada Izō and various
What ⬤ September things
When ⬤ September
Where ⬤ Various places
Content Warnings ⬤ There be smut here.


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[heretic_blade]

Yeah...'m gonna. I need it. Need ya.

[ Look at him being honest and open. It takes great pain and tragedy for that to happen, but at least he's letting it happen instead of fighting it.

He presses a kiss to her forehead before sitting up properly to scrub at his face. Some modicum of dignity would be nice -- unlikely, but nice. ]

[medicative]

[whether he feels dignified or not, he's allowed his space, allowed comfort and sweet words and letting him breathe, and her tucked into his side to sleep, safe under a wing with her own put away. in the morning, she rises before him - old habits, and gently inquires at the clinic if she can do an afternoon round, before she starts making breakfast. she's hard at work with that whenever he gets up.

traditional breakfast is not her specialty - she doesn't make it often enough, but for him having a hard night, she'd like to defer to a favorite. the attempt at tamagoyaki failed, set off to the side to be dealt with later, definitely deformed and slightly burnt.

still, it's hard to mess up rice, grilled fish, and miso soup. she'll have to experiment with time, and practice.]

[heretic_blade]

[ It's the smell of food that wakes him up and eventually gets him out of bed. He doesn't have the usual excuse of being hungover to sleep in, just the unusual excuse of being heartbroken. The immediate pain has dulled enough he can function.

He shuffles into the kitchen, half-dressed, rubbing at his eyes. The realization that she's cooking for him hits him like a brick. He comes up beside her to give her a little side hug and a kiss on the temple. ]

...Ya didn't have t' go t' th' trouble of cookin' for me.

[ He's touched, really he is. ]

[medicative]

What are you talking about? It's no trouble at all.

[she smiles, taking the fish off the stove to portion it for the both of them. the rice is kept warm in the cooker, and the soup's just about done.]

If you hadn't woken up, I was about to fetch you.

[heretic_blade]

[ He doesn't know what to say. After the outpouring of emotion last night and now this, it's a lot to deal with. Izō shrugs, sinking into his shoulders to try to hide his blush. ]

I...dunno. Wasn't expectin' it. Figured ya'd be off to th' clinic by now, y'know?

[medicative]

I'm taking the afternoon rounds today. It'll be a change of pace.

[turning her head, she kisses him gently on the cheek, then extracts herself from his embrace to put the food on the table before he realizes that she's shifted her schedule so that she can have an unhurried morning with him.]

[heretic_blade]

[ He's left staring dumbly at the empty space where she used to be for a few more moments. People don't consider him in their plans. He's an afterthought.

He should know better that he isn't to quite a few people, Emily among them. It's hard to accept. Still, he goes to settle at the table in vaguely humbled silence. ]

Yeah...a nice one, right?

[ It's a silly question, but it's already out there. One day he'll be able to accept people love and care about him enough to want to spend time with him. ]

[medicative]

Yes, because I get to spend more time with you.

[no hesitation, no shame with saying that. just it said and her portioning out the food, first for him and then herself. by now she's picked up the habit of thanks before she starts eating, and can't stop herself from smiling - it feels different to eat with someone. more reassuring. like the day has a better chance of going right.

the wounds Nishitani's departure left won't heal overnight. but if Izo can eat, if he can take care of himself, he'll figure something out.]