A/N: This chapter deals with dysphoria, so if you don't like that, please don't read
Kurapika's p.o.v.
Kurapika was laying on Leorio's chest, tracing his finger along his scars. Leorio was reading a book that was in Spanish.
Leorio muttered something and flipped a page in his book.
"What happened?" Kurapika asked, resting his hand in between Leorio's pecs.
"The main character is being an idiot," Leorio responded, grabbing his bookmark and placing it in his book. Leorio put the book on the nightstand and sighed.
"Something else is bothering you, what is it?" Kurapika asked, pushing himself off of Leorio's chest.
"Dysphoria," Leorio muttered. Kurapika nodded and got out of bed to look for Leorio's favourite black hoodie.
"Here you go, handsome," Kurapika said with a smile, tossing Leorio's hoodie to him. Leorio caught the hoodie and smiled.
"Thank you, sunshine," Leorio said, slipping the hoodie on. Kurapika smiled and sat next to Leorio.
"Feeling better?"
"Yeah, a little bit."
"Good."
Another A/N: Sorry it's short, I have a better chapter coming up though
