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nothingbutfanfiction · 3 years

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It’s OK If You Forget Me Future Chapter 1

Here’s a second future chapter that’s in-progress for It’s OK If You Forget Me. I’m currently in the process of completing a commissioned fanfiction, as well as working on any in-progress and future stories. So enjoy this little tidbit of a chapter!

Rin stared at the letter he held in his hand. Kushina-sensei had given it to him just a few minutes ago, stating that it was from Suguro Tatsuma…Ryuuji’s father. Feeling the comforting and steady support that Gabbie provided him by resting her hand on his shoulder, he gathered the courage to finally open it. It was hard reading it at first, given the fact it was in cursive, but Iruka-sensei had been nothing but meticulous in his tutoring with Rin. He stumbled a bit at first, but his voice gained confidence as he continued to read the letter aloud to his friends. Learning more of Father Fujimoto’s past, his eyes widened in disbelief when he came to the part where Tatsuma and Shiro first met. Knowing that it was because of Shiro’s intervention that Ryuuji was even alive today, he whispered a silent thank you to his deceased father. Blue eyes darkened when he reached the end, hearing the silent plea from the older man. Tatsuma didn’t fear him…he believed in Rin. Believed that Rin’s flames were the answer to ending the resurrected Impure King and purifying his miasma. Glancing up from the letter, he found his teammates’ eyes looking at him, determination written on their features. He turned back to face Kushina-sensei and nodded.

The redhead broke into a relieved smile at Rin’s acceptance. “Good. Okay, Team Kakashi…go and get packed. We leave in a few hours.” As the teens went to their respective dorms, she turned and gave Rin a concerned look. “Rin, are you sure you’ll be comfortable with this mission? I know it hasn’t been that long since you left and I’m worried that it might be too soon for you to handle seeing your old teammates again.”

Rin smiled at the motherly concern coming from the older woman. While he had never known his real mother, ever since he’d met Kushina-sensei, he finally got a glimpse of what it was like. She treated all of them like her children, Rin especially. “Don’t worry, Kushina-sensei, I’ll be okay. My friends will be with me and I can trust them to have my back.” He didn’t mention any comparison of them to his former teammates, but it could be heard in his voice. The obvious affection when Rin spoke of them versus his stiff demeanor when any mention of his previous home was mentioned. “I’d better get going. Knowing Naruto, he’ll be packing my stuff for me if I’m not there.” With a slight wave, he turned and jogged back towards his shared dorm.

Kushina watched him leave, a fond smile on her lips. He’d blossomed so much during his short time here, it seemed like his emotional wounds were finally healing. And now this…being dragged back into a situation entirely of True Cross’ making. Gods above, couldn’t they leave that poor boy alone for once?! Shaking her head of any depressing thoughts, she resolved to show them just who they were dealing with. True Cross had screwed up royally with their treatment of Rin and she intended to throw it back in their face when they encountered the team from Konoha Exorcist Academy.

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Naruto glanced up as Rin entered their dorm room. “Are you sure you want to do this, Rin? I mean, I can understand if…”

“It’s okay, Naruto. I mean, yeah, it’s going to be tough seeing them again, but I’m not letting it bother me. They had their chance and they blew it. End of story. Now, let’s get packed before Kushina-sensei ends up leaving us behind.”

Naruto hid his smile as he turned back to his packing. Rin seemed to be holding up pretty well. But it was easy to say you were okay until you were faced with the real-life situation. And for their sake, True Cross better not say or do anything to Rin with Naruto and his teammates there. They might just find out what half-demons really could do if they were antagonized enough.

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Ryuuji could only stare incredulously as Shura told them about the additional “help” they’d be receiving. A specialized team from Konoha Exorcist Academy that were coming to Kyoto from the States. Or to put it more accurately, Rin and his team, were coming to assist them in dealing with the situation involving the Impure King’s eyes being stolen from their two supposedly secure locations. He could feel his heart start beating faster at the realization that Rin would soon be back in Japan. How many nights had he lain awake imagining how the reunion would go? And part of him feared how Rin would react when they met again. He could hear his teammates whispering excitedly at the news of Rin coming back. So much had changed in the short months Rin had been gone.

“Kirigakure-san! The team from Konoha Exorcist Academy has arrived!”

Shura nodded to acknowledge she’d heard. “Listen to me…all of you. You will not swarm Rin when he steps into this room. I mean it. He still has a hard time dealing with what happened and I will not have you undoing any progress he’s made. Are we clear? If Rin chooses to talk to you, then fine. But I’ll be honest with you, I wouldn’t get my hopes up. He’s not the same Rin that you knew. Then again, considering he’s found people who care about him, it would be hard for him not to change.”

The red-head’s words were like a bucket of cold water doused over their heads. It was going to take a lot of effort for them to get the half-demon to even contemplate forgiving them. Their depression was temporarily forgotten as they felt the team’s arrival before they even stepped through the door. Their spiritual power was overwhelming. Ryuuji could see Shiemi shaking as she felt it. Even the usually unflappable Izumo was looking wary. What kind of juggernauts were on Rin’s team?! And then the door opened. Nine teens and five adults sauntered into the room, a hush filling the room as people got their first glimpse of the team dubbed Team Kakashi. Six pairs of eyes could only widen as they took in their appearance. Wearing street clothes, the teens didn’t seem to have an assigned school uniform.

Ryuuji saw the familiar swish of a black, fur-tufted tail. Rin stood only a few short feet away and yet, it felt like a gigantic chasm between them. Keen eyes picked out the minute details of Rin’s appearance. His blue-black hair had grown longer, almost reaching his shoulders. Seeing him laugh at something the blond male said made his heart twinge with envy. He seemed so much happier, freer with his new teammates. Brown eyes widened when he noticed the absence of Kurikara. Rin always carried the sword with him. Why was he here without it?

“Alright, pay attention! I’m only going to make introductions once, so you’d better listen up.” Shura’s loud voice sliced through the uneasy tension in the room. “This is Team Kakashi from the Konoha Exorcist Academy. They’ve come to help your asses, so you’d better be fucking grateful.” Turning back to face Kushina, she said warmly, “It’s nice to see you again, Kushina-san. Thank you for agreeing to help us.” She gave Rin a quick wink before turning back to face the others in the room. “When I call their name, each member will raise their hand to make it easier to recognize them.”

#another future chapter #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #bonxrin #can you feel the angst?

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tonguetiedraven · 2 years

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Bonrin oneshot but Ryuuji has Vasovagal Syncope instead of migraines and Rin helps him when he has an episode

This one got a bit long, sorry! But thank you for the prompt <3

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Rin found out dramatically, because even if they were dating, Ryuuji wasn’t exactly ‘open’ about anything he saw as a weakness or unusual.

“Bon down!”

Renzou’s call tore through the air, and if Rin hadn’t been twitching from trying to study this stupid stuff, he might not have heard it. As was, his eyes snapped up, confused at what Renzou meant and desperate for anything that wasn’t studying. Anything that wasn’t studying would be awesome.

Or not.

He looked up just in time to see a frighteningly pale Ryuuji falling from the top step by the fountains to the unforgiving concrete below. Rin had never met someone with better balance, and he’d never seen Ryuuji so much as trip, let alone fall. He was confused by it for a fraction of a second, starring and wondering why Ryuuji was so pale, until he noticed that Ryuuji’s eyes also looked white, which meant they’d rolled back, and it suddenly hit him that Ryuuji looked like Yukio used to when they were little and he’d get frightened enough to pass out.

Someone yelped, Konekomaru cried out “BON!” Rin, without even willing himself to move, was across the park and catching Ryuuji’s crumpling body before his boyfriend could crash to the unforgiving concrete. Rin scraped up his own slacks and knees, grinding bits of concrete and dirt into his skin, but caught Ryuuji’s head before it could collide with the rail and concrete. He shifted his hold, falling a bit on his own leg and trying to heft his boyfriend properly in his lap.

Ryuuji was as limp as a rag doll in his arms. As limp as he’d gone during the fight against the damned Impure King. Had he been casting something? Ryuuji didn’t always know when to stop. But…

But he didn’t pass out from that.

“What did you do?!” Rin growled at Renzou, cradling Ryuuji’s body closer and trying to remember where on the neck he was supposed to push to feel Ryuuji’s pulse. It was his thumb, right? By the ear or Adam’s Apple?

“I didn’t do anything! Bon’s got issues, man.”

“Shima!” Konekomaru snapped. “Stop that!”

Rin glared at him too. He couldn’t feel anything on Ryuuji’s neck. Fuck this. Curling forward uncomfortably, Rin dropped his head to Ryuuji’s chest and just focused on the sound of his heartbeat there. How many beats was it supposed to be?

“Rin?”

Rin tilted his head up to see his boyfriend blinking at the sky in a confused sort of way.

“Ryuuji?” He brushed Ryuuji’s sweat damp bangs from his face. “You okay?”

“What hap—oh. Yeah. I’m fine. Just help me up?”

“That’s not a good idea, Bon.”

Rin paused and looked over at Konekomaru. “Why not?”

“Neko,” Ryuuji warned, glaring at his shorter friend as Rin continued to hold him close. “Don’t—“

“Hey, no. Tell me. What—“

“I’m fine, Rin. Just got a little dizzy. Let me—“

“Don’t let him stand!” Konekomaru had his hands fisted in frustration and looked fit to spit. Konekomaru rarely let himself get riled up, and it was always a shock when he got there.

“Hey,” Renzou said a bit too loudly as he stepped past Rin, Ryuuji, and Konekomaru, “you girls wanna go ahead and get seats with me? The lunch crowd will fill the café soon.”

“Just ask us to leave, honestly,” Izumo huffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder and trying not to let anyone see the nervous glances she was giving Ryuuji.

“Alright. Will ya leave with me?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Shiemi asked tentatively. Ryuuji nodded, still avoiding everyone’s eyes, still scowling, and blushing as well.

“I’m not leaving.” Rin shifted around so Ryuuji’s top half could rest comfortably in his lap. It was a bit telling that Ryuuji wasn’t actively trying to escape his hold yet.

“Rin. It’s not—“

“He should probably know. I mean. The flames…” Konekomaru looked a bit calmer now that Rin was holding Ryuuji in his lap.

Flames? What about his flames? He hadn’t been flaming up when Ryuuji went down.

“Neko!”

“Come on, Shiemi.” Izumo snagged Shiemi’s hand and pulled her back. “Let’s let the lovebirds chat.” They walked away, and Renzou followed with a salute.

And it was there, with an embarrassed Ryuuji in his lap and a very stern Konekomaru giving him no outs, that Rin learned about Ryuuji’s struggles with vasovagal syncope. A condition Rin could never pronounce right, no matter how hard he tried, and one that worried him whenever he stopped to think about it.

Ryuuji only had a couple of triggers, and the doctors were hopeful he’d grow out of them, but Rin worried anyway, because a big trigger was heat.

That was a problem for obvious reasons.

But Rin was in control of his flames, so he just carried extra cooling packs, water bottles, and made sure Ryuuji didn’t stand on really tall things he could fall off of. They didn’t hang out in his dorm, because it had no air conditioning, and if they went anywhere in the heat, he made sure to bring frozen water bottles instead of the regular.

It also meant Ryuuji needed extra salt and sugar, so Rin went to town on salted fish and candied fruit. Ryuuji also hated being excessively looked after, but Rin worried. He could control his own flames and make certain they were just a gentle caress against Ryuuji’s skin, but he couldn’t get the damn sun to turn it down.

And it wasn’t just the passing out. Ryuuji would also get nauseous (which pissed Rin off because it happened a lot and Ryuuji couldn’t eat and Rin wasn’t great at showing love in other ways than cooking.) And if he was nauseous, he had a hard time getting the sugar or salt and he had to drink all the time.

Rin did find out broth was a great way to sneak in salt and water so he started making all kinds of broths.

Ryuuji also had to wear compression socks — which seemed like a bad idea for the heat thing, but they helped, but they were also all boring and black, so Rin found as many fun ones as he could and bought them any time he spotted them.

He was going to help in every way he could.

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Reasonably, Ryuuji knew there was no way Rin wouldn’t find out. He’d lived his entire life with this shit, and it was only a matter of time before some part of it fucked him up and got Rin’s attention.

He’d just wanted a little longer without Rin thinking he was helpless. He already got babied by so many people, and didn’t want Rin doing the same. He wanted Rin to think of him as the strong and together guy he had, and not as the guy whose body would go all topsy-turvy because it got too hot or he’d been standing too long, or too quickly, or he got really stressed—which, with his job happened a lot and would happen a lot— and would even drop like a sack of potatoes.

At least Rin’s quick reflexes would mean he’d be less prone to actually crash with Rin around.

Currently he was trying to get rid of the nausea and slightly blurry vision by resting and letting his drama-king body recover from the earlier work out.

“What’re you doing?” Rin plopped down across from him and tilted his head curiously. Ryuuji sighed and opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling overhead.

“Trying to meditate.” He hadn’t heard Rin come in, which meant his hearing was probably fucked up too. Stupidly dramatic body. Why couldn’t he just have a normal one? Other people got to go to the gym and run and jump and stand and they didn’t have this shit. Lucky bastards.

“Don’tcha do that in this sorta position?” Rin shifted around so he was nearly in the lotus position, and tried to pull his feet up on his knees and failed. Finally he just tucked them under his knees and propped his hands on top of his knees and gave Ryuuji a proud grin.

Well, this worked as well as anything else. Ryuuji shifted around and propped his feet on Rin’s legs instead of the pillows. It was elevation and that’s all he really needed.

“Not when I’m dizzy.”

“You’re dizzy?” Rin’s hands dropped to his legs and began to massage the area above his achilles tendon. He was careful not to mess up Ryuuji’s socks. Another fun thing with this nonsense. Though there was something fun about Rin showing up with new brightly colored compression socks randomly and looking thoroughly delighted to gift them. This pair had little Buddha’s all over it, and Ryuuji had no idea where Rin had gotten them, but he loved them.

“Not any more. Was. Had to do a work out for gym and I got a little hot.”

“You’re always hot,” Rin interjected with a flirty wink before realizing what the gym meant and scowling. “I told the clown to fix that damned air conditioning.”

“Wouldn’t be guaranteed to fix the problem, babe.” But yeah. The tuition here was way too high to have the air conditioning not working in any of the buildings.

“Wanna get some shaved ice? It’s cloudy out.”

It was probably a bad idea. It hadn’t been a good idea, and even if it was cloudy, it was still kind of warm, but…

But he wanted to go out with his boyfriend and he wanted some ice and even that recommendation was sweet because Rin knew salt and sugar were a must and Ryuuji had found his life filled with a lot more of both since Rin learned everything. (Rin even made his own treats, and while it was a bit weird, Ryuuji really enjoyed the shaved ice made from the coconut water concoction. The broths were pretty damn good too.)

Blowing out a steadying breath and deciding his vision had gotten better and that the ice would probably help the slight nausea, he nodded and let Rin help him upright. The slow movements didn’t make anything worse, so he got to his feet.

No immediate swaying and his vision didn’t go any wonkier, so he nodded again. Rin looped an arm through his and started rambling about the sword practice he’d had with Shura. They paused just long enough on their shaved ice and ice cream trip for Rin to grab a bright red umbrella — because red would always be Rin’s favorite color — and stepped out into the no longer cloudy day. Rin popped the umbrella open and held it over their heads to block some of the sun, and Ryuuji once again promised himself he’d move high up on some wonderfully cold mountain when they graduated.

“That’s probably not necessary.” It was drawing a few looks.

“Probably not, but it looks awesome.” Rin shot him a big grin and put a bit more bounce in each step, drawing more attention to himself and not Ryuuji.

He gave his head a little shake and followed Rin to the stand. At least Rin wasn’t trying to carry him. He’d nipped that in the bud after the first week.

“Awesome ain’t the word I’d use.”

“You’re just upset ‘cause I went red and not blue. Come on, grumpy. I want mango!”

“They don’t have mango shaved ice.”

“Then I’ll get strawberry.” He tilted his head as they crossed near the fountain. They seemed a bit quiet. Was it him or was it actually quieter?

“Whaddya think?” Rin asked, and Ryuuji had no idea what the question had been.

He carefully climbed the steps, the same ones he’d fallen down and given his condition away, and tried to replay the conversation but… “Huh?”

“Strawberry and kuromitsu?”

“Go for it. I want matcha.”

They crested the stairs and Ryuuji shivered.

No. Come on, he’d spent all afternoon laying down and—

Everything seemed to get a bit darker. He reached for Rin’s hand, not knowing if he’d be able to say anything else, and before he could even inhale, Rin had him across the pathway and at a bench.

“Here,” Rin helped him lay down and hoisted his legs over the arm of the bench. Satisfied with that, he moved to the other end and settled Ryuuji’s head in his lap.

He wasn’t sure if he actually passed out or not. Everything got a bit dark and his mind went sluggish, but it didn't feel like he lost any time. He was aware of (most) of the movement to the bench, and he was aware of Rin's fingers gently combing through his hair, and of the umbrella being held over his body as Rin tugged his sleeves up and tried to discreetly fan him.

"Not necessary," he slurred "just gimme a sec..."

Rin bent down and kissed his forehead. "Is so necessary!"

Ryuuji could honestly just cry with frustration. He hated this. He just wanted to get shaved ice with his boyfriend and instead he was passing out on their short walk because it was a thousand degrees and his body absolutely hated him.

He needed more spoons, and there weren't any without fucking up tomorrow, and it was all so exhausting and he didn't even have it as bad as some people, but he should be able to do more and he just hated this.

"You were still woozy, weren't ya?"

Ryuuji made a confused noise and focused on tensing his legs and toes the way he was supposed to. Sometimes it seemed to help, and sometimes it just seemed like a distraction.

"When I showed up? Why did you say yes?"

"Because I wanted to."

"But--"

"Rin... This shit doesn't just go away."

Rin ran his fingers through Ryuuji's hair, gently lifting it out of the way and letting more air get to his neck and head. Had he been doing that the whole time?

"I know that... But I can't help if I don't know."

"I didn't need help."

And that was the problem, because he did, and he didn't want to. He wanted Rin to see him as an equal. He wanted to be an equal. He had issues, sweet Nirvana, did he ever have issues, but he didn't want Rin just being his nurse. He wanted a boyfriend and he didn't' want any of this messing that up. He'd had an awful day and he just wanted the damned shaved ice and a break.

Inhaling, Ryuuji noticed a faint 'whooshing' noise. He pried his eyes open, uncertain when he'd even closed them and saw Rin's tail flicking quickly through the air. Fanning him. Because of course.

All the fight and frustration drained away on a snort that turned into a laugh.

"Thanks for catching me," he finally said, lifting his gaze to an uncertain looking Rin. He squeezed the hand resting over his still too quickly beating heart and closed his eyes again. "I thought I was doing well enough."

Rin felt his forehead. "I'm going to make you some soup. I looked up some new recipes."

Ryuuji pried an eye open. Rin was worrying his lip with his fangs. He reached up with his hand, slowly, and freed the lip. Rin would bite it to hell if he wasn't careful.

They both had a few issues. They could watch out for them together.

"We're still getting that shaved ice, and then I'll eat whatever concoction you have planned this time."

Rin's tail wagged cheerfully, still fanning them both as he recovered. "You're gonna love it!"

Closing his eyes and crossing his Buddha sock covered ankles, Ryuuji smiled as his body recovered. He had no doubts he would.

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tonguetiedraven · 2 years

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Swap It Till You Make It

Summary: After fighting off the Impure Baron in Lightning's cursed Aria deck, Bon tries to free Rin, only for something to go horribly wrong.

Can they find their ways back into their own bodies? And can Bon keep quiet about his crush while they try? (Not if Lightning has anything to say about it.)

Part: One, two, three, four (you're here.), five

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The fur along Kuro’s back was raised in a straight angry line. He stepped closer, snarling as he glared up at Bon.

“Who are you,” the cat sidhe demanded, “and what have you done with my Rin?”

“Rin,” Bon said as evenly as he could, “what’s going on?”

Rin stepped forward and dropped into a low crouch beside Kuro. “Hey, buddy, I can’t hear ya. Are you trying to talk?”

“He knows I’m not you.” Bon added as Kuro gave Rin’s outstretched hand a tentative sniff while he held Bon with his glare.

“Who are you?” Kuro asked again. He sat on his haunches and gave his head a curious and disgruntled tilt. “Ryuuji doesn’t smell right, and neither do you.”

How did Kuro know his name? Had they ever had a real conversation? He couldn’t remember if they’d talked during the Impure King fight. It had been a blur. A dangerous blur. Ugh, he hoped he never had to ride in the back again. The tails had been awful. A bit scratchy, and way too loose to be comfortable. He’d flown around like crazy. Which had just made the misama get everywhere.

Kuro hissed and Bon realized he had once again gotten distracted. He swallowed, found it did almost nothing to help, and tried for a smile. “I’m Ryuuji. Rin and I… swapped bodies?” That was how Lightning put it. Swapped bodies for a day. Hopefully just a day. He had a chemistry test he couldn’t afford to fail, and Rin would not be able to pass. He wasn’t even taking chemistry.

Bon’s tail twitched and he flinched away from it.

Kuro’s eyes turned to Rin distrustfully. “This is Rin?”

“Yes.”

Kuro frowned. Rin reached forward slowly and scratched his furry cheek. “I know it’s weird, bud. But I promise it’s me.” He frowned. “I can’t hear ya.”

Kuro’s tails drooped. “I don’t like this.” He pushed up and bounded up onto Rin’s shoulder.

“We’re not happy about it either,” Bon pointed out, and tried not to fidget as his tail kept swaying. “But it’s only temporary.” It better be temporary or Bon was going to kill Lightning. He was probably strong enough to manage it in Rin’s body.

“Come on,” Rin said, pulling Kuro from his shoulder and cuddling him close with a soft smile as he nuzzled his cheek against Kuro’s. Bon didn’t think he’d ever cuddled that close with a cat before, and despite being his own face, the expression was entirely Rin. Bizarrely so. He could see Rin in his squinting eyes, in his broad smile, and the little wrinkle beside his eyes. It was the happiest kind of smiles, and while he wasn’t sure his face had ever made that expression, it had his heart hammering in his chest and that strange warmth spreading through him as he stared.

He loved that particular smile on Rin. He loved how content and cheerful it was. How untroubled and right it looked on Rin.

Bon swallowed those thoughts down and turned his gaze back to the dorm as his tail flicked and wagged behind him, giving his own emotions away. They weren’t new emotions. He’d dealt with them for a while now, and he could keep dealing with them. He’d just act like none of this was weird and he’d keep his hands to himself and wouldn’t stare like a pervert. He’d just hold the memories of those smiles close and try to keep the chuchi in his stomach from exploding out whenever Rin smiled in that (or any) way.

Chuchi. He needed to grab his prayer beads. Lightning would probably have some weird stuff going on. Hadn’t Rin said Yukio was out? Maybe they could just stay at the dorm instead. Why was Yukio out? Enjoying the weekend or an assignment? Something with the Illuminati?

Rin’s hand wrapped around his and Bon’s entire body went stiff as a wave of heat rolled through him, sending goosebumps along his arms and up his spine. The water was nearly dried, and he had a feeling he’d be igniting soon if he didn’t get a hold of this.

He was still really hungry.

“Did you skip lunch?” He blurted as Rin started towards Bon’s dorm again.

Rin’s eyes darted towards him curiously. “Huh?”

Bon wrapped a hand around his stomach and blushed at the loud rumble. Apparently butterflies (and that was too tame a creature for the fluttering and stomping thing Rin brought out in his stomach. These had to be chuchi.) weren’t enough to dampen hunger. He also didn’t know why he was embarrassed about it. It wasn’t like it was his body complaining about being hungry. Rin was the one who didn’t seem to have eaten.

Ugh. He wanted a meat bun. Or some of Rin’s curry. Maybe he had leftovers in the fridge. The deli would be sold out of the best options right now. Honestly he’d take anything. Hell, he could munch on a kiwi in this — did Rin have allergies? Other than holy water and silver — oh, he’d need to keep an eye out for that. Sigils too. There were a couple of seals in his room he’d been working on. He’d have to make sure not to step on them or touch them. Oh, they had a magic-circles report due Monday. Had he finished that? He should get on that. He’d do that.

Rin pushed the door to the dorm building open, still holding his hand, and pulling him towards the stairs. How did he know where to go? Had they been to his room? He didn’t think they had. Rin in his room. Rin and him alone in his room.

His cheeks warmed up and he had to press a hand against them in hopes they weren’t ignited. His tail was entirely too warm (it would not stop flicking through the air in an absurdly cheerful way and seriously, how the hell did Rin keep it wrapped around his chest?!) and he just knew flames were coming. He should have got some holy-sake from Izumo. Izumo who saw Rin grab his hand. No, saw him grab Rin’s hand. Izumo who would tell Shima just to be mean, and Shima would blab to Konekomaru. He was going to get texts now. They were going to talk and ugh.

“Here, right?” Rin asked, motioning towards the door, still smiling too big to be believable as Bon, and still making Bon’s heart do weird things in his chest because it was so Rin, and ugh, he was hopeless.

Bon blinked, realized it was a question, and turned his gaze to the door. His door. “Yep.”

Rin pat at his pockets and frowned. “Where do ya keep the key?”

Bon reached up to his own neck — now Rin’s neck — and pulled the leather cord there free. The keys he’d attached next to the holy symbols showed and Rin looked surprised by the touch or revelation.

“Oh,” he murmured, blushing as Bon let go of the cord, “nifty.”

“They don’t fall off as often as they would in my pockets.” He freed the key and unlocked the door as he spoke. Attaching it back, he added, “The symbols are for the arias. Some verses need them.”

“Always prepared,” Rin chuckled. Bon nodded and stepped into his room. He got two steps before he began to sneeze violently. His tail whipped in agitation behind him, and he felt it flicker with the first flames.

“Agh,” he hacked, sneezing and trying to rub away the awful burning in his nose. “What—” he couldn’t finish the question. He just kept sneezing and it hurt, and he bit his lips and tongue, and his mouth tasted like blood, and the flames were now in his hair and he couldn’t push them away, but the flames were making his eyes water, and Rin’s sword was on his back, still sheathed, so why was this happening? And what hurt? It was buzzing his skin, burning his nose, itching and irritating and —

“Oh!” Rin darted past him and snatched something off his small altar. Bon wanted to object, but he couldn’t stop sneezing. There was a clink of glass and a fizzing noise, and then the whoosh of a hand being waved through the air. “Sorry about that! I shoulda realized you’d have incense burning. Breathe in through your mouth. That’s the only thing I’ve found that helps.”

Bon followed the instruction, breathing in through his blood tasting mouth and trying to see through his watery and fire hazy vision. Rin was standing a few feet away, entirely blue in his vision, and frowning in consideration. He didn’t look frightened, and he absolutely should because Bon had no idea how to control the flames sparking along his body. They were uncomfortably hot to him, and each breath he managed — now sneeze free— was bringing more and more awareness to how unpleasant the burn in his body was. He didn’t know how to control this body, and he didn’t know what set it off, and the burn in his nostrils was still there. Incense? Rin said that was what did it? Bon used incense all the time. How much did it suck for Rin to be around him? Shit, why hadn’t he said anything? Bon was going to have to try a different type. Could he get the ingredients separately and blend it himself to prevent it from having been blessed? Which ingredient burned like this? Could he use that elsewhere? Put it in a spray or something to use against demons? Add it to the chalk they drew circles with? Ooh! Or maybe add it —

“Better?” Rin had gotten closer when he wasn’t looking, and the flames had dissipated around him. Bon’s tail raised straight in the air in surprise at the sudden close proximity, and his stomach gave a nervous swoop.

“What?” He’d started drumming his fingers against his leg again.

Rin smiled toothily, it didn’t look right on Bon’s face, and it didn’t look quite like Rin’s smile without the fangs (fangs that were currently poking Bon’s lip. These things sucked.)

“Never mind. What do ya need?”

Bon, with a nervous frown and a twitch glanced around. (Why couldn’t he stay focused on anything for more than a few seconds? His thoughts were dizzying and he’d never realized how damn loud this room was. The buzz of heat, the constant mumble of other voices in different rooms, the creak of wood, the muffle of music, the birds out side, agh!)

“What you need. Clothes?” His stomach growled again. Forget clothes. Bon stomped across the room, uncomfortably aware of his tail and how awkward it felt curled against his leg, and to his dresser. He pulled the top drawer open and pulled out a protein bar. After a moment of consideration, he pulled out a second one as well. He was fixing this hunger problem.

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