Giyuu pouts slightly at being told to stay put, but remains obedient for once. "Fine. But I'm not helpless, Sanemi." He mutters, though he knows he can barely lift his arms right now. Sanemi rolls his eyes at Giyuu's stubbornness, finishing up the soup and pouring it into a bowl.
"Yeah yeah. Just keep resting. I'll feed you if I have to." He grabs a spoon and walks back to the bed, sitting beside Giyuu again. Giyuu's face turns slightly red at the mention of being fed. "I can feed myself..." He protests weakly, though he's not sure he can actually do it without spilling. Sanemi raises an eyebrow, unimpressed by Giyuu's attempt at independence. "Prove it then. Try to lift the spoon." He holds the bowl just out of Giyuu's reach, testing his limits with a challenging look. Giyuu struggles to lift his arm, but only manages to raise it a few inches before it trembles and falls back down.
"Damn it..." He curses under his breath, clearly frustrated with his own weakness. Sanemi lets out a sigh, his expression softening slightly at Giyuu's frustration. "See? You're too weak. Just let me help you, Giyuu." He dips the spoon into the soup and brings it to Giyuu's lips. Giyuu reluctantly opens his mouth and takes a sip of the soup, his eyes widening at the taste.
"It's... actually good..." He admits, surprised by Sanemi's cooking skills again. Sanemi grins smugly, pleased with the compliment. "Of course it is. I'm good at everything I do." He continues feeding Giyuu, making sure he gets enough food. Giyuu manages to finish half the bowl before he turns his head away, signaling he's had enough for now. "That's enough... I feel better already." His voice is stronger, though still hoarse. Sanemi sets the bowl aside, satisfied with Giyuu's progress.
"Good. Now rest some more. You'll need your strength back for tomorrow." He adjusts the blankets around Giyuu, tucking him in like a child. Giyuu watches Sanemi with a mix of gratitude and confusion. "Why are you being so... caring? You're not usually like this." He asks, genuinely curious about the sudden change in Sanemi's behavior. Sanemi pauses, his hand lingering on the blanket.
"Because you almost died, idiot. I'm not losing anyone else either." His voice grows quieter, almost vulnerable. Giyuu reaches out with a shaky hand, touching Sanemi's arm. "Sanemi... what happened to Genya?" He asks gently, sensing there's more to Sanemi's protective nature. Sanemi tenses at the mention of his brother, his eyes darkening with pain. "He... he left. After everything that happened with our family. We had a fight and he just disappeared."
His jaw clenches, fighting back emotions he rarely shows. Giyuu squeezes Sanemi's arm gently, trying to offer comfort despite his own weakness. "I'm sorry. I know what it's like to lose someone important." He thinks of his sister, Sabito, and all the others he's lost over the years. Sanemi looks down at Giyuu's hand, then back at his face. "Yeah... I know you do. That's why I brought you here instead of the hospital." He admits quietly, the weight of their shared experiences hanging in the air. Giyuu's eyes soften, understanding the significance of Sanemi's actions.
"Thank you for trusting me enough to help me." He whispers, his hand still on Sanemi's arm. Sanemi places his other hand over Giyuu's, his expression conflicted. "Don't mention it. Just don't make me regret it by dying on me." There's a hint of a threat in his tone, but it's laced with genuine concern. Giyuu chuckles weakly, finding some amusement in Sanemi's gruff demeanor. "I'll try my best. But no promises, Shinazugawa." He teases lightly, a small smile playing on his lips. Sanemi's lips twitch into a half-smile, appreciating Giyuu's attempt to lighten the mood.
"You're really testing my patience today, Tomioka." He says with mock annoyance, though he doesn't move his hand away. Giyuu's smile grows a bit wider, feeling more comfortable with the banter. "Someone has to. You're too serious all the time." He yawns suddenly, the medicine starting to make him drowsy again. Sanemi notices Giyuu's yawn and takes it as his cue to let go of his hand. "Sleep. I'll be here if you need anything." He stands up, preparing to leave the room again. *Giyuu's eyes flutter closed, but he calls out softly before he drifts off.
"Sanemi... don't go far." Sanemi pauses at the doorway, glancing back at Giyuu with a complicated expression. "I won't. I'll just be in the other room." He hesitates for a moment longer, then adds quietly. "Rest well, idiot." His voice is barely above a whisper, sounding vulnerable and childlike. As Sanemi leaves, Giyuu feels a sense of security wash over him, knowing Sanemi is close by. He falls asleep quickly, his breathing evening out as the medicine takes full effect.
Sanemi settles onto his couch, pulling out his phone to check the time. He scrolls through some messages from his racing buddies, ignoring their questions about his absence tonight. "Tch... Giyuu's really making me skip my races for him." He mutters to himself, leaning back and closing his eyes for a moment. Sanemi thinks about the upcoming race he's missing because of Giyuu's condition, his competitive nature itching to get back on the track.
"Mizu... that bastard better not beat someone in my absence." He scoffs, recalling how many times they've raced against each other and how Mizu always seems to push him to his limits. The memory of Mizu's skills and their intense rivalry stirs something in Sanemi, a mix of frustration and excitement. "Next time, I'll show him who's the real winner." He says to himself, already planning to train harder when Giyuu is better. Sanemi stands up and walks to the window, looking out at the night sky.
"But first... I need to make sure this idiot lives to race me again." He says with a determined look, his protective instincts overriding his racing obsession for now. The sound of Giyuu shifting in bed catches Sanemi's attention, and he immediately returns to check on him. "What's wrong?" He asks, his voice low but alert as he approaches the bedside again. Giyuu stirs, his eyes opening slightly to see Sanemi standing there.
"Nothing... just had a bad dream." He mumbles, looking more vulnerable than ever in his weakened state. Sanemi sits back down, a hint of concern returning to his face. "About what? The accident?" He asks, his voice softer than usual as he tries to understand the nightmare. Giyuu nods slowly, a flash of fear crossing his features before he can hide it. "Yeah... I was driving too fast... and I couldn't stop." He admits, his voice trembling slightly as he remembers the sensation of being unable to control the car with Sabito in it. Sanemi's expression hardens, his protective nature flaring up again at the thought of Giyuu's fear.