spainkitty:

@ketolic AAAHHH, BAE, THANK YOU FOR THE RIKUSENA PROMPT. I’m gonna keep the ask becuz I liked the other ones, too! I wanna write at least one more of them, loooool. YOU MAKE MY LIFE SO MUCH HARDER BETTER. Whereas the arranged marriage au is a massive fic in the making, this one I could end reasonably well here. Still. a pretty long post tho pfftt

Ask for more prompts HERE !! And I have lots of fandoms to choose from, promise! lol

Riku woke up groggy. Like, really groggy. Worse than a hangover
and not enough sleep combined. Sadly, not something he was unfamiliar
with after college and his first year on the force. The groan that left
his mouth rattled in his skull even as it rasped inside his throat. He
was so fucking thirsty.

“Rikku? Oh my God, Riku. Here, be careful,” exclaimed a hushed
voice. Strong capable hands pressed gently down on his shoulders to keep him
lying down, one coming up to brush gross, oily-feeling bangs off his
forehead.

When was the last time his hair was that long? The
voice was familiar, heart-wrenchingly so, and Riku couldn’t help but
open eyes he’d forgotten were closed. His vision was blurred and fuzzy
and he had to blink away the film for it to clear. Sure enough, the
anxiously-twisted features of Sena Kobayakawa hovered over him. He
looked pale, hair even more a messy than usual, if shorter than he
remembered, and dark purple bruises under his eyes, as though he hadn’t
slept in weeks. The relieved, unadulterated joy had Riku’s heart beating
treacherously too fast in his chest and he had to close his eyes once
more to calm himself down.

“Riku, how are you feeling? Lemme go call the nurse, oh my god,
I’m so glad you’re awake,” Sena babbled, fingers combing through his
greasy hair. He was trembling, and when Riku opened his eyes in confused
shock- at the touch as well as the shaking- tears were glistening in
those weary eyes. “Lemme go- I’m sorry, I just- I’ll be right back,
okay? Don’t… don’t go to sleep, okay?” He sounded almost terrified.

“O-Of c-course,” Riku managed to rasp out, frowning despite himself.

It was a good thing he was lying down, because the next moment, Sena was
leaning over to place a lingering kiss to his forehead. Then, he was
running out the door, shouting in a commanding voice that belied his
wide, desperate eyes for a doctor.

“What. The. Fuck.”

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