Hey, y'all. Sorry for the slight delay in posting - I was watching my first Christmas film of the season in bed and was feeling a little off the past couple of days, but I'm coming out of it I think. Hope you guys like this chapter! Honestly it's where shit starts to get real with Bakura so take care.
CW: Small discussion of sex, anxiety, coming off meds, intrusive thoughts, depression
Malik jerked awake to the smell of cooking chicken and rubbed his eyes with a groan. Bakura was still curled up under his chin, face smooth, sound asleep. Malik couldn't help but smile. This suited him far better than the jagged shadow of Ryou's body had. He reached one hand up and brushed his fingers through Bakura's hair.
Bakura twitched, but didn't wake. Gods, his hair was soft. Malik sighed and relaxed again. Why did he even wake up- wait, he had smelled chicken. Why was there a smell of chicken coming from outside?
He glanced towards the window and his smile faded. It was dark. That wasn't the problem - Bakura's bedside lamp was on. What time was it? He fumbled for his phone, discarded on the floor with his pants. One or two texts from Ishizu, a notification about job openings in Domino, and then- "Shit." Half eight.
Bakura stirred but didn't open his eyes. "Shut up," he mumbled. "M'trying to sleep."
Malik shook his head. "Bakura," he whispered, "I think Ryou's back."
"He's not back for hours," Bakura slurred, eyelids tightening as he fought to stay asleep.
"It's half eight."
"At night?"
"Yes of course at night - what else would it be?" Malik huffed. He didn't mean to snap. He never did, really. But he didn't want to run into Ryou outside. Not when the last time he had seen him was the grocery store.
"Shit." Bakura groaned and reached up a hand, pushing his hair back out of his face. He blinked his eyes open, winced at the light, and hid his face in Malik's chest. "Gimme a sec."
Fuck, how could he get out? He could launch himself out the window. That would be a quick solution. But it might hurt- who cared- his blood would be all over the pavement and someone would have to clean it up- but Ryou would fucking see him-
Bakura's arm tightened around Malik as he tensed. "Hey, relax. You'll get out, okay? Just-" Bakura yawned. "Give me a moment to wake up." Finally, he pulled away from Malik's chest and sat up. "Okay, come on. Let's get dressed."
Malik yanked his pants and boxers back on, followed by his shirt as Bakura stumbled around, trying to find clean clothes. "Do you think he'll notice?"
"Hopefully not," Bakura muttered.
Malik hummed and dragged his fingers through his hair to try and neaten it a little. His shoes were by the door. Fuck. "Bakura, I left my shoes outside." Okay, so maybe even if he didn't die, falling three storeys would be a less painful outcome.
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