[ SO AFTER NEARLY STABBING HIJIKATA TO DEATH, the best option left to tsurumaru, of course, is to go check up on him! to see how he's doing! to maybe redress his bandages and to bring him nice things to eat!
but even if that isn't too logical, he's here now, a plastic grocery bag slung around his wrist. inside are some sweet buns that he's picked up from a nearby store, along with some dango, because he's heard that sweet foods make humans happy— and if that's true, then it looks as if hijikata could certainly use a lot of these...
he steps inside the apartment curiously, peering at each of the rooms; though, that doesn't tell him much about who's room is where. so in the end, tsurumaru takes a wild guess, slamming the nearest door open with his hand, aaaand— ]
Yoohoo, Hijikata! It's me. [ how do you know where i live? is a good question to ask right about now. ] Are you here?
[ Tsuru must be really good at sniffing out Demon Vice Commanders because he found the right room! Once opened, you can see a pretty simple room- not much decoration... Place for his swords, right next to the bed (which is empty? why is Hijikata not RESTING- oh you'll see), theeen the desk-
and look here, that's where Hijikata is sitting at the moment, with a hot cup of tea and holding a brush trying to write on some papers... ... ... Until Tsurumaru bursts through the room so Hijikata drops the brush in response and whips around to face Tsuru, eyes wide.
Don't worry, you're going to get the question: ]
Hey, how did you even find my apartment!?
[ A cringe... Ow, ow okay. Should ease up on those fast movements because he's still a bit sore after SOMEONE tried to stab him to death! ]
[ well, he did pick the plainest-looking door... since it was clear that a door with a paper that says "no demon vice commanders allowed" tacked onto it clearly isn't hijikata's room. anyway, he looks towards the bed, where hijikata should be— but, there's no hijikata to be found! instead, tsurumaru finds hijikata sitting up already, trying to do paperwork— no, he's not trying, he's doing work? uhm, hello? ]
Well, you see... I don't think you want to know. What's important is that I do know, right? And, more importantly...
[ geez, that's not the main point here! setting the bag down, he places a hand on top of several papers, leaning over the desk until he's just a few inches away from hijikata's face, and no, i'm not a model, the camera just turned on by itself— ]
[ Suspicious squint at Tsuru... ... ... Hijikata wants an explanation. He's probably going to demand one in a bit but then here's Tsurumaru, trying to scold Hijikata of all things! What the heck.
Then a scowl on his face when he looks down, seeing Tsurumaru trying to cover his papers, then back up at Tsurumaru. Not amusing one bit!!!
So, he finally sighs. ]
I'm not dead, am I? Besides I can't let any of this pile up. [ So with that said... He retorts, sarcasm in his tone: ] More importantly, how did you find my apartment?
[ wow, why can't hijikata appreciate tsurumaru seductively leaning over his desk... and neatly covering all of his papers in the process! with a sigh, he straightens back up, but not before pointing out: ]
You almost were. [ ba dum, tsssss...... no? no?? but regardless, he's not willing to take i'm not dead, am i? for an answer. it's unacceptable!
but tsurumaru does give in, dipping into his endless stash of sarcasm. ] One day, I woke up at ass o' clock and followed Horikawa out. He comes here to do laundry every day or so, doesn't he?
[ and with that, his gaze quickly flicks back towards hijikata — expecting him to give him an answer to his own question, now. ] More importantly, why aren't you resting? Should I tie you to your bed with your own rope, Hijikata? If you try to work while you're injured like this, it'll just take longer for you to get better.
[ maybe because he can't appreciate swords that almost STABBED HIM TO DEATH...!
Annnd he raises an eyebrow. ] Really. You would do all that to find out where I live?
[ He doesn't know whether to be creeped out or flattered, honestly. You see, the most people done was send love letters to Hijikata? Tsuru, it's time to learn how to do it the old fashion way.
He tries to push away Tsurumaru's hands from his paperwork (if he hasn't lifted them up yet), if that doesn't work then hit them lightly with the end of his brush. ]
Excuse me? You wouldn't dare. [ Huff! He shoots Tsurumaru an icy glare. ] Now, tell my why you're here and don't beat around the bush. I'll take you outside personally if I have to.
[ Or will he... ... ... Come on Hijikata, you're injured here. ]
[ he could have also asked around, or peeked into someone's cerevice, but that's not nearly as thrilling as hauling himself awake at some ungodly hour of the morning... tsurumaru's going to smartly move his hands away from hijikata's like the hands emoji — but much to his chagrin, they do end up smacked with the mighty brush, and he puffs his cheeks in discontentment, muttering a sullen booooooo before exhaling.
his words are spoken defiantly, lifting his chin a fraction of an inch. ] Try me.
[ what the heck, hiji, you can't take him outside. can you even make it outside? realtalk. ]
Anyway, as for why I'm here— [ reaching back for the bag and putting it squarely on top of hijikata's papers, with a triumphant grin. ] I brought you something to eat out of the goodness of my heart, because I wanted to see how you were doing. I heard that sweets make humans happy, and since you're so grumpy all the time, I thought you could use some! I spent a long time picking these out, you know.
we signed up for this when we thought lets stab hiji 2 death was a good idea honestly
[ Honestly 'try me' is the easiest way to challenge Hijikata? And challenging Hijikata instantly equals (meme voice) a challenge accepted. You can even see it in the glint of his eyes... He was so ready to stand up, grab Tsurumaru, and drag him outside if... His body maybe allowed him, but nope!
Instead, Hijikata is interrupted by the bag being plopped smack dab in the middle of his desk- right on his paperwork too, the nerve of Tsurumaru, really! ]
Sweets...
[ He stares at the bag in silence for a few moments. The first thought that came to his mind was something along the lines of 'Kondo-san would like these instead... But I'd take them away, like always'. He shakes his head. ]
I don't think any amount is going to cure that. [ A scowl. ] It's bad if someone like me is caught eating things like this anyway, bad role modeling.
[ It's not like he has troops to be a role model of anyway here. Though, the habit of clinging to his past home and rules is still strong. Ah, well. Hijikata is still going to be stubborn. ]
[ but kondo isn't here, and tsurumaru isn't here to give these sweets to hijikata's harem of okita soujis. therefore, hijikata has to eat them!! it makes complete sense!! tsurumaru is going to get hijikata to eat them, even if he ends up dead or Gravely Injured. ]
I'll have to say — I'm surprised that being watched bothers you so much, mister exhibitionist. Isn't that your thing?
[ ugh... that was too easy........
but geez, if it does bother him so much, tsurumaru heads back a few steps, closing the door shut (and taking his time to lock it, too) before returning to the table, where he starts removing the boxes of sweets from the plastic bag, setting them, again, on more of hijikata's papers. papers? more like placemats! ]
Geez, they're just sweets. No one's going to think badly of you if you treat yourself to some, you know?
WAS IT!!! well hiji personally doesnt think so but :) :D >:D
[ pls don't remind him of the souji harem he never even asked for it. he wouldn't play that dating sim. that isn't his true route?
but now, that sure was an out of line comment. Hijikata instantly furrows his eyebrows and is now back to glaring at Tsurumaru, definitely hinting with that look that he shouldn't dare to say any more comments like such. ]
If I hear that word out of your mouth one more time I will be sure to exact a punishment.
[ while his voice might be flat and threatening, it probably doesn't look threatening from an injured man.
Hijikata decides to take a careful sip of his tea as he watches Tsurumaru close the door. Hey, why are you doing that? Then after some thought, another head shake and says with a tired sigh: ]
You're the one that injured me like this, help me change my bandages first. Take responsibility. [ Because knowing him, Hijikata may or may not have reopened a wound here and there? Oops! ]
IT WAS!!! ugh he'll learn it's good for him one day
[ when will hijikata learn... punishments are only encouraging? in response, his lips curve upwards into a disarming grin, head tilting to the side. ]
Surely, you should have learned by now... with a threat like that, you're practically inviting me to call you an exhibitionist.
[ ooh, mister hijikata, ooh. but he's right on that second aspect! not only is it rare for threats to ever scare tsurumaru in the first place, they're even less threatening when made by an injured old man... but tsurumaru did track his house down to see if he needs help with anything, so he's happy to do what hijikata asks. though, it's difficult when most of the bandages are hidden beneath his clothes, and is that a dark red mark that he sees— ]
Here, take off your robe. [ or, just the top part? unless he feels wild? ] That way, it'll be easier for me to redress everything.
[ and while hijikata is or isn't complying with that: ] I may not look like it, but I'm pretty good at this kind of thing. You have no idea how many times I've been to the repair room. Maybe every other day, or so? It's almost like I lived there. Because of that, treating wounds like this is almost second nature — they're usually mine, though...
[ Hijikata just gives Tsurumaru this look, but doesn't comment about the whole exhibitionist thing. Instead, he looks away and puts down his brush (not like he can WORK with a bag covering his papers!) with a tiny huff. How difficult... ]
Obviously. [ It's not like Hijikata would force Tsurumaru to even try to redress the wound with his kimono on! He's just going to slip off the top of it because the only wound that matters is right there. He listens to Tsurumaru's words quietly, nodding here and there.
Now he waits for Tsurumaru to actually get to work. ]
Fighting recklessly always will get you in there. Haven't you learned? [ well, this might be the pot calling the kettle black. Hijikata can't help but get too excited when he fights and has a habit of being a bit reckless too! Although, it never gets too bad. Usually the way he analyzes the battlefield and his opponent(s) saves his ass most of the time. ]
There should be a first aid kit somewhere... Was it in the main room or in here... [ His voice trails off as he thinks... ... A pause... ... A nod. ]
I think it's in the main room. [ and now he looks at Tsurumaru expectantly because there's no way Hijikata is going to get up right now. ]
[ geez, so much sass! but with a frown, he does lean forward to examine how one of the wounds has reopened, red seeping into white gauze, reaching forward to press the spot ever so carefully, to check how long it's been since it's reopened. managing to conclude that much time hasn't elapsed between then and now, he quickly disappears to go fetch the mentioned first-aid kit, but not before sticking his tongue out at hijikata, because wow, tsurumaru knows what that look is saying! that look is saying "do it for me"!!
after setting the box down on hijikata's desk again, he rifles through its contents, neatly pulling out a roll of bandages and some tape. he makes sure that it's a practically unused roll, though, seeing as he's going to be needing it often, later on. aaaand once all of that's set, he finally turns to get to work—
—but, you know, hijikata's sloppy ponytail just isn't cutting it. it trails down his back into one big mess, no matter how silky; so up it must go, into a temporary bun! tsurumaru's just as good with hair as he is with bandaging, and his fingers work gently, twisting certain strands of his hijikata's hair and pulling them up, making sure that no strands are being tugged more than they need to.
no matter how skillful he is, this is going to take a while, because hijikata has a lot of hair. ]
Unlike yours, this body can sustain more damage, so I can afford it, even if everyone else tells me not to. Plus, fighting recklessly is what makes fighting fun, don't you think? Fighting recklessly is better than working recklessly— which, you seem to have been doing instead of resting.
[ have fun with all that hair Tsuru... It's a lot! Although, on the bright side Hijikata is being very calm about Tsurumaru doing all this to him, isn't that nice? Well, of course, Hijikata is well aware he isn't in the position to protest against anything since he did ask Tsurumaru to do this. So, most what Hijikata does is watch Tsurumaru carefully, giving him a few glances here and there. ]
That's fools talk. Just because you can doesn't mean you should. You know that, right? [ ugh... this guy is almost like Harada? Fighting recklessly just because he can and it's 'fun'! Of course, Harada is human just like the rest so that's even more worrying.
it's not like Hijikata can look back at Tsurumaru and glare at him for that last comment, though. However, he does retort. ] I was moving just fine so I wanted to get my work out of the way. [ but there's a pause, as if he gets caught on a certain thought... ]
I get it though. Look, I'll rest later, alright?
[ then he falls silent for several moments, now that he's focusing on it; the motions of his hair being brushed then pulled and tied, he has to admit it feels really nice, almost relaxing too. Hijikata takes the liberty to lean forward on his desk on his elbow, and rest his chin on his palm. There's a relaxed hum that leaves his lips and he finally decides to add a comment: ] I'm surprised. You're pretty good at this.
[ once tsurumaru's gotten enough strands of hijikata's hair twirled, he wraps them over each other in a circular motion, forming a neat (but slightly loose, it's temporary!) bun — securing it in place with a hairtie and several golden clips that he keeps on hand. he's left a few strands fall out for aesthetics, but none of those make it past his chest, anyway.now that he's finished, he steps back a bit, acknowledging that rare compliment with a quiet smile, replying simply: ]
When you've stayed in as many imperial courts as I have, things like this become second nature. [ hijikata's hair had mostly reminded him of that of court ladies and noblewomen, and he's seen them fuss over enough pins and accessories to pick up on a few things himself.
with his hair finally out of the way, tsurumaru reaches for the bandages on hijikata's chest, slowly unraveling them, pressing a soft, warm washcloth against the spot where the wound had been reopened, to coax the bandaging away. it doesn't take too long for him to unwrap everything, and he takes this opportunity to examine the wound visually — how it's coming along, because although humans heal at the rate of a snail, most of their injuries work the same way.
he presses his hands against hijikata's chest, fingertips gently running across the injury. he's looking serious! his lips are pressed together, and he looks focused! almost way too professional for a guy like him! (though it's justified — when it comes to wounds, tsurumaru's knowledge is only second to medical swords.)
but, of course, his hands are going to linger a little longer than they need to, because waoooooouh...... bobos........... he'll even give them a small squeeze? ugh, hijikata probably felt that. ]
[ after that's over, Hijikata decides to shift his position to at least lean back now; just to make sure Tsurumaru can reach whatever he needs to without having to tell Hijikata to move here or there. Now, he doesn't really make an effort to talk, but of course when has Hijikata actually been one for small talk?Yep, basically never.
Though, he completely forgot how boring it is sitting around like this idly. It almost even makes him want to feel antsy because he'd rather just get back to work or something but-
squeeze.
Hijikata doesn't even take a second to whip out one of his hands and take a hold of Tsurumaru's wrist in a firm grasp. The most unamused expression in the world on his features as he just gives Tsurumaru a look. ]
Impressed, or something? Ogle all you want [ honestly, this isn't the first time? ] but if you want to be that forward then maybe do it next time when I'm not bleeding. [ Really... Dry sarcasm here. ]
[ UGH, THAT WAS FAST. he doesn't even get the chance to give them a second squeeze! yet, even as he's been caught, he'll try to yank his wrists out of hijikata's grasp, twisting them this way and that with a huff — but, to no avail. he won't wilt under that look, though! he's received far sterner looks in the past, and the death glare of a demon vice commander is nothing! see, he'll even smile back — a pure, innocent smile, the smile of someone who has done no wrong. ]
Like you'll let me ogle under regular circumstances. [ because really, would hijikata ever let him stare out of the sheer goodness of his heart!! ] Ah, but I'll take that as a definite invitation for next time — it's too late for takebacks, okay?
[ ugh.... his bobbies — and he himself — will never be free. once tsurumaru's been let go of, a small strand of bandages are unrolled, along with tearing off a tiny bit of tape. but before proceeding, he reaches over to the box of sweets, and with his back stealthily turned, he pulls out a small mochi bun! ]
Hey, hey — Hijikata, look this way.
[ AAAAND when hijikata turns towards him, tsurumaru immediately sticks the mochi into his open mouth. ] Here, eat this. No one's watching, so you don't have to worry about your weird, little concerns.
ugh the third cd i deserve... @ rejet where the f is my third cd
[ SIGH... oh, Tsuru... What did Hijikata get himself into? He does give Tsurumaru one extra glare for measure (even though it's not going to work) at his last comment. At least that gets him to shut up and back to actually redressing his bandages- even though Hijikata isn't too pleased at how he got the last words, but no matter because when is Hijikata ever in the mood to talk and talk and talk- you get the point.
Seriously though... This is taking longer than he thought. Maybe next time he'll really watch out during his spars to prevent this- that or pick a better opponent that knows when to stop (LOOKING AT YOU TSURUMARU)?
Really sucks being a bit impatient with these kind of things! He truly hates seeing work pile up and that feeling of slacking off! ]
What is it now-
[ !?!?
Hey? Hey now! The rest of his sentence was muffled by the mochi that was stuffed in his mouth, and Hijikata reaches up to take it out of his mouth whilst taking a bite of it. ]
Geez, didn't I say I wasn't going to eat it? [ but... another bite. maybe a third to finish it off... Chew then swallow. ]
Tsurumaru. [ he sounds SERIOUS here! hopefully it'll get Tsurumaru to respond and... he'll repay him by also shoving a mochi bun into his open mouth! ]
[ it's one thing for hijikata to say that he isn't going to eat the mochi bun — it's another for him to start biting into it immediately after saying that, and tsurumaru's expression turns into something between amusement and confusion as he watches hijikata finish it off, pointing out plainly: ]
Didn't you just say... you weren't going to eat it—?
[ who is the winner here... clearly, tsurumaru is, for a grand total of five seconds; until he also ends up with mochi in his mouth. there's a muffled syllable of surprise, and then — he reaches up to pry it out of his mouth and holds it in his hand, a wry smile across his expression not because of the mochi, but because of something else. ]
Oh, how flattering — so you do know how to say my name. And here I was, thinking I was going to be addressed as hey, you or dog forever.
[ he sticks the bun back in his own mouth (it slowly shrinks as he keeps biting off parts of it, but makes sure that it doesn't fall out), leaving his hands free, because you Kind Of need two hands to reapply bandages and because hijikata has such impatient brackets!! grabbing the unrolled end of the bandages with one hand, tsurumaru presses it down, securing it against his chest with the small piece of gauze tape that he'd ripped earlier.
aaand around and around and around the bandages goes, super neatly and super quickly. at this point, he's probably halfway through redressing the injury already! but, he'll ask something just to check— ] I'm not wrapping it too tightly, am I?
Shut up. It was pretty good, anyway. [ Huff. Look, he wasn't going to let it go to waste? Gosh, Tsurumaru. While he thought he succeeded in getting Tsurumaru to shut up- nope. Tsurumaru started to talk more, well, Hijikata tried? ]
If you would prefer that, then I don't mind.
[ but anyway, back to what they were originally doing. When Tsurumaru asks, Hijikata decide to make a few experimental movements to answer his question. Not bad! At least he wasn't lying about being good at this stuff. ]
Hmmm, yeah. It's not bad.
[ Well, they can't let them go to waste now... ... ... Hijikata picks up another mochi bun to eat it. Immediately popping it into his mouth. Yeah, these are... Pretty tasty. ] Hm, where did you get these?
I don't—! Just Tsurumaru is okay. My, my... this must be what they call improvement in a relationship. An entire step up!
[ there are many kinds of relationships! friendship! comradeship! acquaintanceship! so he uses that term loosely on purpose, because he can't live unless he's filled up his daily 'embarrass hijikata' quota, and he's the kind of five-year-old that delights in that embarrassing ambiguity.
but once hijikata's finished moving his limbs and checking the bandaging, tsurumaru takes that approval as a sign to continue, stopping to pick up another mochi and to eat it, working on it in the same way that he'd finished the previous one, using both of his hands to finish wrapping the bandages.
securing the final strand with a piece of gauze tape, tsurumaru will give hijikata's chest one more unnecessary, self-indulgent, lingering pat before stepping away. ]
I bought them from a nearby store. If you want, I can show you later. [ and then, a bit teasingly: ] Why, do you like them?
[ Geez, Tsurumaru. Don't get too ahead of yourself. Hijikata just gives Tsurumaru this look that just kind of reads 'seriously?'. But, whatever! Hijikata has learned (mostly) by now that Tsurumaru... Well, he's weird and practically is a five-year-old. Basically just the like the same people he had to deal with in the Shinsengumi! People that needed babysitting, basically.
Still, he's kind of unpredictable.
... Like that. He saw that Tsurumaru, well, felt it. He gives Tsurumaru yet another look. ]
Ah, well...
[ Ugh, listen here. Hijikata huffs then furrows his eyebrows. ] Are you making fun of me? Stop that, or I will punish you. Watch your mouth.
[ listen, he's too old to be babysat? rather than tsurumaru, maybe it's people who work while they're supposed to be resting that need to be babysat! hmm! but ugh, he sees that look, which is simply returned with an :3c expression, the purest and most innocent of faces, a face meant to hide all sin. there is no chest-touching sinner to be found here. ]
Oh, am I making fun of you? I didn't realize at all. [ he did... he did realize... he definitely realized. he sounds sarcastic.
but while any sensible person without a death wish would naturally heed hijikata's words, tsurumaru doesn't fall into that category; so instead of being intimidated, hearing that only interests him more, and with a smirk, he leans forward — seeing how far he can challenge hijikata. ]
You keep saying that you'll punish me, but is that supposed to scare me? Go ahead and punish me, I dare you.
[ just listen here, Hijikata doesn't need babysitting and also he can't afford to be resting sometimes when there's things to be done! but once again, it bit him in the ass practically since he accidentally re-opened the wound. but also? maybe if someone didn't STAB HIM there... .... ...
Ahem. Anyway.
but yep, unpredictable... too unpredictable. When will Tsurumaru just learn to give it up? Weren't the last few times a good enough warning?
However, realistically speaking Hijikata, in his current state, honestly can't do that much! Hijikata is well aware of what he can and cannot do when he's injured like this. Also, he really shouldn't anyway since Tsurumaru went out of his way to help him (despite Hijikata also saying it's his responsibility), so...
Why can't this sword just stand down at threats like normal people, damn. ]
Seriously... [ and with that, he grabs Tsurumaru's jaw and pulls him even closer. ]
Look, didn't I say to watch your mouth? [ annnd leans forward, close to his ear. His voice now a low, threatening whisper. ]
I'll be sure to break this jaw so you don't have a mouth to watch, you hear me? [ He tightens his grip just as a friendly reminder. ] It would make it easier, wouldn't it? But... Maybe if I trained you properly you would behave. Shall I actually make you my dog... Hm..?
[ A pause, a sigh. Then he finally lets go and leans away to put distance between them. ]
Got it? I'm not going to play around? [ He's also kind of cranky Tsurumaru pulled the 'I dare you' stunt when Hijikata just physically can't! How unfair. ]</small.
UGH STOP THAT i'm....... here to enable your r18 cds it seems
[ honestly! when will hijikata learn that tsuru has 100% threat resistance? if anything, threats only make him stronger?
being grabbed suddenly is what startles him, more so than the words that follow. suffice to say, it's enough to get his attention, though not for the purpose that hijikata was probably aiming for. with nowhere else to look, he meets hijikata's gaze, a defiant gleam in his eye — as if daring him again, nonverbally; and when he lets go, the corners of tsurumaru's lips twitch upwards. ]
I'd prefer it if you didn't play around, actually. You're far more interesting like this.
[ this time, hijikata is going to escape the kinkshaming, because all of those interests align with tsuru's interests? and he loves to die, so. ]
For you to think that you can train someone like me properly... then, do as you say: make me your dog and try, because trying is as far as you'll get.
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but even if that isn't too logical, he's here now, a plastic grocery bag slung around his wrist. inside are some sweet buns that he's picked up from a nearby store, along with some dango, because he's heard that sweet foods make humans happy— and if that's true, then it looks as if hijikata could certainly use a lot of these...
he steps inside the apartment curiously, peering at each of the rooms; though, that doesn't tell him much about who's room is where. so in the end, tsurumaru takes a wild guess, slamming the nearest door open with his hand, aaaand— ]
Yoohoo, Hijikata! It's me. [ how do you know where i live? is a good question to ask right about now. ] Are you here?
ugh tsuru
and look here, that's where Hijikata is sitting at the moment, with a hot cup of tea and holding a brush trying to write on some papers... ... ... Until Tsurumaru bursts through the room so Hijikata drops the brush in response and whips around to face Tsuru, eyes wide.
Don't worry, you're going to get the question: ]
Hey, how did you even find my apartment!?
[ A cringe... Ow, ow okay. Should ease up on those fast movements because he's still a bit sore after SOMEONE tried to stab him to death! ]
ugh hiji
Well, you see... I don't think you want to know. What's important is that I do know, right? And, more importantly...
[ geez, that's not the main point here! setting the bag down, he places a hand on top of several papers, leaning over the desk until he's just a few inches away from hijikata's face, and no, i'm not a model, the camera just turned on by itself— ]
Shouldn't you be resting?
UGH! TSURU!
Then a scowl on his face when he looks down, seeing Tsurumaru trying to cover his papers, then back up at Tsurumaru. Not amusing one bit!!!
So, he finally sighs. ]
I'm not dead, am I? Besides I can't let any of this pile up. [ So with that said... He retorts, sarcasm in his tone: ] More importantly, how did you find my apartment?
UGH!! HIJI!!!!
You almost were. [ ba dum, tsssss...... no? no?? but regardless, he's not willing to take i'm not dead, am i? for an answer. it's unacceptable!
but tsurumaru does give in, dipping into his endless stash of sarcasm. ] One day, I woke up at ass o' clock and followed Horikawa out. He comes here to do laundry every day or so, doesn't he?
[ and with that, his gaze quickly flicks back towards hijikata — expecting him to give him an answer to his own question, now. ] More importantly, why aren't you resting? Should I tie you to your bed with your own rope, Hijikata? If you try to work while you're injured like this, it'll just take longer for you to get better.
UGHHHH IM TIRED!! OF THIS SASS!!
Annnd he raises an eyebrow. ] Really. You would do all that to find out where I live?
[ He doesn't know whether to be creeped out or flattered, honestly. You see, the most people done was send love letters to Hijikata? Tsuru, it's time to learn how to do it the old fashion way.
He tries to push away Tsurumaru's hands from his paperwork (if he hasn't lifted them up yet), if that doesn't work then hit them lightly with the end of his brush. ]
Excuse me? You wouldn't dare. [ Huff! He shoots Tsurumaru an icy glare. ] Now, tell my why you're here and don't beat around the bush. I'll take you outside personally if I have to.
[ Or will he... ... ... Come on Hijikata, you're injured here. ]
UGHHHHH YOU SIGNED UP FOR THIS
his words are spoken defiantly, lifting his chin a fraction of an inch. ] Try me.
[ what the heck, hiji, you can't take him outside. can you even make it outside? realtalk. ]
Anyway, as for why I'm here— [ reaching back for the bag and putting it squarely on top of hijikata's papers, with a triumphant grin. ] I brought you something to eat out of the goodness of my heart, because I wanted to see how you were doing. I heard that sweets make humans happy, and since you're so grumpy all the time, I thought you could use some! I spent a long time picking these out, you know.
we signed up for this when we thought lets stab hiji 2 death was a good idea honestly
Instead, Hijikata is interrupted by the bag being plopped smack dab in the middle of his desk- right on his paperwork too, the nerve of Tsurumaru, really! ]
Sweets...
[ He stares at the bag in silence for a few moments. The first thought that came to his mind was something along the lines of 'Kondo-san would like these instead... But I'd take them away, like always'. He shakes his head. ]
I don't think any amount is going to cure that. [ A scowl. ] It's bad if someone like me is caught eating things like this anyway, bad role modeling.
[ It's not like he has troops to be a role model of anyway here. Though, the habit of clinging to his past home and rules is still strong. Ah, well. Hijikata is still going to be stubborn. ]
UGH BUT IT WAS WORTH IT THO
I'll have to say — I'm surprised that being watched bothers you so much, mister exhibitionist. Isn't that your thing?
[ ugh... that was too easy........
but geez, if it does bother him so much, tsurumaru heads back a few steps, closing the door shut (and taking his time to lock it, too) before returning to the table, where he starts removing the boxes of sweets from the plastic bag, setting them, again, on more of hijikata's papers. papers? more like placemats! ]
Geez, they're just sweets. No one's going to think badly of you if you treat yourself to some, you know?
WAS IT!!! well hiji personally doesnt think so but :) :D >:D
but now, that sure was an out of line comment. Hijikata instantly furrows his eyebrows and is now back to glaring at Tsurumaru, definitely hinting with that look that he shouldn't dare to say any more comments like such. ]
If I hear that word out of your mouth one more time I will be sure to exact a punishment.
[ while his voice might be flat and threatening, it probably doesn't look threatening from an injured man.
Hijikata decides to take a careful sip of his tea as he watches Tsurumaru close the door. Hey, why are you doing that? Then after some thought, another head shake and says with a tired sigh: ]
You're the one that injured me like this, help me change my bandages first. Take responsibility. [ Because knowing him, Hijikata may or may not have reopened a wound here and there? Oops! ]
IT WAS!!! ugh he'll learn it's good for him one day
Surely, you should have learned by now... with a threat like that, you're practically inviting me to call you an exhibitionist.
[ ooh, mister hijikata, ooh. but he's right on that second aspect! not only is it rare for threats to ever scare tsurumaru in the first place, they're even less threatening when made by an injured old man... but tsurumaru did track his house down to see if he needs help with anything, so he's happy to do what hijikata asks. though, it's difficult when most of the bandages are hidden beneath his clothes, and is that a dark red mark that he sees— ]
Here, take off your robe. [ or, just the top part? unless he feels wild? ] That way, it'll be easier for me to redress everything.
[ and while hijikata is or isn't complying with that: ] I may not look like it, but I'm pretty good at this kind of thing. You have no idea how many times I've been to the repair room. Maybe every other day, or so? It's almost like I lived there. Because of that, treating wounds like this is almost second nature — they're usually mine, though...
what do u think i am.. a masochist
Obviously. [ It's not like Hijikata would force Tsurumaru to even try to redress the wound with his kimono on! He's just going to slip off the top of it because the only wound that matters is right there. He listens to Tsurumaru's words quietly, nodding here and there.
Now he waits for Tsurumaru to actually get to work. ]
Fighting recklessly always will get you in there. Haven't you learned? [ well, this might be the pot calling the kettle black. Hijikata can't help but get too excited when he fights and has a habit of being a bit reckless too! Although, it never gets too bad. Usually the way he analyzes the battlefield and his opponent(s) saves his ass most of the time. ]
There should be a first aid kit somewhere... Was it in the main room or in here... [ His voice trails off as he thinks... ... A pause... ... A nod. ]
I think it's in the main room. [ and now he looks at Tsurumaru expectantly because there's no way Hijikata is going to get up right now. ]
masochism is a slow learning process :9
after setting the box down on hijikata's desk again, he rifles through its contents, neatly pulling out a roll of bandages and some tape. he makes sure that it's a practically unused roll, though, seeing as he's going to be needing it often, later on. aaaand once all of that's set, he finally turns to get to work—
—but, you know, hijikata's sloppy ponytail just isn't cutting it. it trails down his back into one big mess, no matter how silky; so up it must go, into a temporary bun! tsurumaru's just as good with hair as he is with bandaging, and his fingers work gently, twisting certain strands of his hijikata's hair and pulling them up, making sure that no strands are being tugged more than they need to.
no matter how skillful he is, this is going to take a while, because hijikata has a lot of hair. ]
Unlike yours, this body can sustain more damage, so I can afford it, even if everyone else tells me not to. Plus, fighting recklessly is what makes fighting fun, don't you think? Fighting recklessly is better than working recklessly— which, you seem to have been doing instead of resting.
uggh not today [heavy breathing]
That's fools talk. Just because you can doesn't mean you should. You know that, right? [ ugh... this guy is almost like Harada? Fighting recklessly just because he can and it's 'fun'! Of course, Harada is human just like the rest so that's even more worrying.
it's not like Hijikata can look back at Tsurumaru and glare at him for that last comment, though. However, he does retort. ] I was moving just fine so I wanted to get my work out of the way. [ but there's a pause, as if he gets caught on a certain thought... ]
I get it though. Look, I'll rest later, alright?
[ then he falls silent for several moments, now that he's focusing on it; the motions of his hair being brushed then pulled and tied, he has to admit it feels really nice, almost relaxing too. Hijikata takes the liberty to lean forward on his desk on his elbow, and rest his chin on his palm. There's a relaxed hum that leaves his lips and he finally decides to add a comment: ] I'm surprised. You're pretty good at this.
you can't run away from what's in your heart!!
When you've stayed in as many imperial courts as I have, things like this become second nature. [ hijikata's hair had mostly reminded him of that of court ladies and noblewomen, and he's seen them fuss over enough pins and accessories to pick up on a few things himself.
with his hair finally out of the way, tsurumaru reaches for the bandages on hijikata's chest, slowly unraveling them, pressing a soft, warm washcloth against the spot where the wound had been reopened, to coax the bandaging away. it doesn't take too long for him to unwrap everything, and he takes this opportunity to examine the wound visually — how it's coming along, because although humans heal at the rate of a snail, most of their injuries work the same way.
he presses his hands against hijikata's chest, fingertips gently running across the injury. he's looking serious! his lips are pressed together, and he looks focused! almost way too professional for a guy like him! (though it's justified — when it comes to wounds, tsurumaru's knowledge is only second to medical swords.)
but, of course, his hands are going to linger a little longer than they need to, because waoooooouh...... bobos...........
he'll even give them a small squeeze? ugh, hijikata probably felt that. ]
aaaaaaaaaaa dats me runnin
Though, he completely forgot how boring it is sitting around like this idly. It almost even makes him want to feel antsy because he'd rather just get back to work or something but-
squeeze.
Hijikata doesn't even take a second to whip out one of his hands and take a hold of Tsurumaru's wrist in a firm grasp. The most unamused expression in the world on his features as he just gives Tsurumaru a look. ]
Impressed, or something? Ogle all you want [ honestly, this isn't the first time? ] but if you want to be that forward then maybe do it next time when I'm not bleeding. [ Really... Dry sarcasm here. ]
I gave you a job didn't I?
[ Gosh. ]
aaaaaaaaa dats us making the 3rd cd
Like you'll let me ogle under regular circumstances. [ because really, would hijikata ever let him stare out of the sheer goodness of his heart!! ] Ah, but I'll take that as a definite invitation for next time — it's too late for takebacks, okay?
[ ugh.... his bobbies — and he himself — will never be free. once tsurumaru's been let go of, a small strand of bandages are unrolled, along with tearing off a tiny bit of tape. but before proceeding, he reaches over to the box of sweets, and with his back stealthily turned, he pulls out a small mochi bun! ]
Hey, hey — Hijikata, look this way.
[ AAAAND when hijikata turns towards him, tsurumaru immediately sticks the mochi into his open mouth. ] Here, eat this. No one's watching, so you don't have to worry about your weird, little concerns.
ugh the third cd i deserve... @ rejet where the f is my third cd
Seriously though... This is taking longer than he thought. Maybe next time he'll really watch out during his spars to prevent this- that or pick a better opponent that knows when to stop (LOOKING AT YOU TSURUMARU)?
Really sucks being a bit impatient with these kind of things! He truly hates seeing work pile up and that feeling of slacking off! ]
What is it now-
[ !?!?
Hey? Hey now! The rest of his sentence was muffled by the mochi that was stuffed in his mouth, and Hijikata reaches up to take it out of his mouth whilst taking a bite of it. ]
Geez, didn't I say I wasn't going to eat it? [ but... another bite. maybe a third to finish it off... Chew then swallow. ]
Tsurumaru. [ he sounds SERIOUS here! hopefully it'll get Tsurumaru to respond and... he'll repay him by also shoving a mochi bun into his open mouth! ]
ugh dont @ rejet, @ history for your death
Didn't you just say... you weren't going to eat it—?
[ who is the winner here... clearly, tsurumaru is, for a grand total of five seconds; until he also ends up with mochi in his mouth. there's a muffled syllable of surprise, and then — he reaches up to pry it out of his mouth and holds it in his hand, a wry smile across his expression not because of the mochi, but because of something else. ]
Oh, how flattering — so you do know how to say my name. And here I was, thinking I was going to be addressed as hey, you or dog forever.
[ he sticks the bun back in his own mouth (it slowly shrinks as he keeps biting off parts of it, but makes sure that it doesn't fall out), leaving his hands free, because you Kind Of need two hands to reapply bandages and because hijikata has such impatient brackets!! grabbing the unrolled end of the bandages with one hand, tsurumaru presses it down, securing it against his chest with the small piece of gauze tape that he'd ripped earlier.
aaand around and around and around the bandages goes, super neatly and super quickly. at this point, he's probably halfway through redressing the injury already! but, he'll ask something just to check— ] I'm not wrapping it too tightly, am I?
ugh im going back to hakodate
Shut up. It was pretty good, anyway. [ Huff. Look, he wasn't going to let it go to waste? Gosh, Tsurumaru. While he thought he succeeded in getting Tsurumaru to shut up- nope. Tsurumaru started to talk more, well, Hijikata tried? ]
If you would prefer that, then I don't mind.
[ but anyway, back to what they were originally doing. When Tsurumaru asks, Hijikata decide to make a few experimental movements to answer his question. Not bad! At least he wasn't lying about being good at this stuff. ]
Hmmm, yeah. It's not bad.
[ Well, they can't let them go to waste now... ... ... Hijikata picks up another mochi bun to eat it. Immediately popping it into his mouth. Yeah, these are... Pretty tasty. ] Hm, where did you get these?
tfw le gf go 2 hakodate
[ there are many kinds of relationships! friendship! comradeship! acquaintanceship! so he uses that term loosely on purpose, because he can't live unless he's filled up his daily 'embarrass hijikata' quota, and he's the kind of five-year-old that delights in that embarrassing ambiguity.
but once hijikata's finished moving his limbs and checking the bandaging, tsurumaru takes that approval as a sign to continue, stopping to pick up another mochi and to eat it, working on it in the same way that he'd finished the previous one, using both of his hands to finish wrapping the bandages.
securing the final strand with a piece of gauze tape, tsurumaru will give hijikata's chest one more unnecessary, self-indulgent, lingering pat before stepping away. ]
I bought them from a nearby store. If you want, I can show you later. [ and then, a bit teasingly: ] Why, do you like them?
IM GOING
[ Geez, Tsurumaru. Don't get too ahead of yourself. Hijikata just gives Tsurumaru this look that just kind of reads 'seriously?'. But, whatever! Hijikata has learned (mostly) by now that Tsurumaru... Well, he's weird and practically is a five-year-old. Basically just the like the same people he had to deal with in the Shinsengumi! People that needed babysitting, basically.
Still, he's kind of unpredictable.
... Like that. He saw that Tsurumaru, well, felt it. He gives Tsurumaru yet another look. ]
Ah, well...
[ Ugh, listen here. Hijikata huffs then furrows his eyebrows. ] Are you making fun of me? Stop that, or I will punish you. Watch your mouth.
[ :|||| ]
STOP TFW FOREVER ALONE
Oh, am I making fun of you? I didn't realize at all. [ he did... he did realize... he definitely realized. he sounds sarcastic.
but while any sensible person without a death wish would naturally heed hijikata's words, tsurumaru doesn't fall into that category; so instead of being intimidated, hearing that only interests him more, and with a smirk, he leans forward — seeing how far he can challenge hijikata. ]
You keep saying that you'll punish me, but is that supposed to scare me? Go ahead and punish me, I dare you.
THESE MEMES MAKE ME LOSE MY MIIIIIIIIIND
Ahem. Anyway.
but yep, unpredictable... too unpredictable. When will Tsurumaru just learn to give it up? Weren't the last few times a good enough warning?
However, realistically speaking Hijikata, in his current state, honestly can't do that much! Hijikata is well aware of what he can and cannot do when he's injured like this. Also, he really shouldn't anyway since Tsurumaru went out of his way to help him (despite Hijikata also saying it's his responsibility), so...
Why can't this sword just stand down at threats like normal people, damn. ]
Seriously... [ and with that, he grabs Tsurumaru's jaw and pulls him even closer. ]
Look, didn't I say to watch your mouth? [ annnd leans forward, close to his ear. His voice now a low, threatening whisper. ]
I'll be sure to break this jaw so you don't have a mouth to watch, you hear me? [ He tightens his grip just as a friendly reminder. ] It would make it easier, wouldn't it? But... Maybe if I trained you properly you would behave. Shall I actually make you my dog... Hm..?
[ A pause, a sigh. Then he finally lets go and leans away to put distance between them. ]
Got it? I'm not going to play around? [ He's also kind of cranky Tsurumaru pulled the 'I dare you' stunt when Hijikata just physically can't! How unfair. ]</small.
UGH STOP THAT i'm....... here to enable your r18 cds it seems
being grabbed suddenly is what startles him, more so than the words that follow. suffice to say, it's enough to get his attention, though not for the purpose that hijikata was probably aiming for. with nowhere else to look, he meets hijikata's gaze, a defiant gleam in his eye — as if daring him again, nonverbally; and when he lets go, the corners of tsurumaru's lips twitch upwards. ]
I'd prefer it if you didn't play around, actually. You're far more interesting like this.
[ this time, hijikata is going to escape the kinkshaming, because all of those interests align with tsuru's interests? and he loves to die, so. ]
For you to think that you can train someone like me properly... then, do as you say: make me your dog and try, because trying is as far as you'll get.
filthy sinner
haha why are you talking about yourself ;)
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YOU LISTEN FIRST
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NEVER
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA puts socks on ur feet
what the fck my feet
it's time.... to learn about socks
ugh i dont need em :/
when it's winter i hope you go out in sandals and your feet freeze :/
ugh :/ maybe one day :\ i'll wear shoes. wheres my canon update
you can't have your canon update what if you update into hakodate
ugh [kou voice] finally he can die *disappears*
STOP UGHHHH STOP DYING gives you an omamori
AAAAAAAAAA LET ME DIIIIIIIE
AAAAAAAA no dying squirtle????