(Long chapter, almost 2900 words)---
–WARNING: PTSD AND TRAUMA UP AHEAD–
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Gyomei's POV:
I nodded.
Sanemi: "Jesus.. Really??"
Gyomei: "Yep."
He just stared at me.
Sanemi: "...No offense but you don't seem like the type to be able to do that.."
I frowned a bit.
Sanemi: "I MEAN– I mean uhhh, you have the body for it, it's just.. You're too nice. I didn't think someone with your type of personality could handle the violence."
Gyomei: "Well, there's a lot of things you don't know about me."
Sanemi: "..Sorry.."
Gyomei: "But you're right. I don't like fighting, but I did it for my country. I served for a few years and then stopped."
I let go of my shirt and it flung down over my abs again. He looked at my torso for a few seconds.
Sanemi: "...I'm gonna go get a shirt on.."
I was about to say something, but he walked past me before I could say it. I stood quietly in the doorway to the kitchen as he disappeared into his room. I sighed, feeling bad for him. I looked over at the dishes I had interrupted him from. I pulled up my sleeves and started to wash them. A minute later, he walked back out. He had put a black t-shirt on.
Sanemi: "I- you didn't need to do my chore for me."
Gyomei: "Well, I wanted to."
Sanemi scoffed and went into the fridge. He grabbed a carton of orange juice out and poured himself a glass. I scrubbed some cheese off a plate, when I got the feeling that I was being watched.
Gyomei: "..Why are you staring at me?"
Sanemi: "Oh.. I was just trying to guess your age based on your appearance."
I chuckled.
Gyomei: "How old do you think I am?"
Sanemi: "...32?"
Gyomei: "Close. I'm 31."
(I changed their ages in this story. It's for the plot.)
Sanemi: "Ah okay."
Gyomei: "What about you?"
Sanemi: "Actually, I'm 26."
I blinked and looked at him. Sanemi stopped drinking.
Sanemi: "What?"
Gyomei: "26? I was expecting you to be 21.."
He laughed.
Sanemi: "What made you think I was 21?"
Gyomei: "Well, Genya is 16. I didn't expect you guys to be a decade apart."
Sanemi: "Well, my mom had me at a young age. She was 19 when I was born."
Gyomei: "Oh."
He shifted his posture.
Sanemi: "She had me at 19 and decided to keep me despite having college and a job."
Gyomei: "Was that stressful for her?"
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