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#アルカヴェ #haikaveh

 🌱🏛 | hurt/comfort | fluffs

“Does it hurt?”

Alhaitham looks up from the book in his left hand. Kaveh, who’s been sketching across from him for the past hour is now staring at him, while his sketchbook is casted to the side. Worry is painted clearly all

over his pretty face as he bites his bottom lip, confirming the blond’s restlessness. Alhaitham can’t stop the chuckle coming out of his lips at the (somehow) adorable sight.
Oh he’s truly gone for the older man. Who would’ve known that having Kaveh worry for him to this extent

is such a wonderful feeling?
“Would you kiss it better if I say it does?” He lightly teases as he puts down the book he’s reading to the low table in front of him.
“Haitham.” Kaveh hisses. “I’m serious.”
“So did I.” Alhaitham shrugs. “Come here.” He beckons the older man as he

stretches his arms open.
Scowling, Kaveh grumbles incorrigibly under his breath but finds himself obeying the order. He stands up and walks around the table to the seat where Alhaitham is, before he raises his legs and straddles the gray-haired man.
Alhaitham helps Kaveh to find

a comfortable position and soon he feels the familiar weight of the older male on his lap. Kaveh’s scent permeates the air around him and Alhaitham finds himself relaxing down as he leans his head to the other’s shoulder. A warm hand then gently strokes his head and he takes a

deep inhale, enjoying the spoiling. After a while, the older man gently pushes his head off of him and he instinctively closes his other eyes as Kaveh carefully touches his bandaged one.
It was an accident. One that almost made him lose his eyesight but thankfully he managed to

avoid the worst wound. Two stitches on the top and a small bottom of his right eyes while his cornea was managed to be healed in time. Due to this, he has to constantly pull his bangs to the back so he can fully use his left eye to see things.
Alhaitham holds down his flinch when

Kaveh accidentally presses on the unhealed stitches underneath the bandage, but the older male still immediately lifts his hand.
“I’m sorry.” Kaveh apologizes “So it still hurts.” He murmurs, as a soft and intimate atmosphere descends between them.
“A bit.” Alhaitham admits,

knowing Kaveh would’ve been able to detect his lies with the close gap between them.
Also, he wants to be spoiled further.
“How could that be ‘a bit’ when you flinch just from a mere graze, Haitham?” Kaveh scolds him half-heartedly as the worry returns to his face. “Should we get

Tighnari to give you a better painkiller?” He asks.
“No need. I can endure it if it’s this much.” Alhaitham replies as he closes his eye and leans to Kaveh’s hand that’s now cupping on his cheek.
“I’m serious, Haitham.” Kaveh whispers.
“So do I.” Alhaitham counters, wrapping his

arms around the blond’s waist and back. When he feels Kaveh is still staring at him, he opens his eye. Kaveh’s beautiful ruby eyes are glinting with sadness and there's a deep frown on his eyebrows.
An unexplainable warmth blooms inside his chest at the show of deep attention.

“I’m fine, Kaveh.” He assures.
“You’re in constant pain, it’s nowhere near ‘fine’.” Kaveh whispers. “Stop lying to me for this kind of thing. I’ve been watching you for the past hour, you know.”
Alhaitham blinks in surprise at the statement.
𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘩'𝘴

𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.
The revelation only makes his heart get warmer and Alhaitham chuckles. “You’re worried enough as it is.”
“How couldn’t I?” Kaveh scoffs before slouching down, completely leaning his body to

him. “Don’t get hurt anymore. You’re going to make me die out of worry at this rate.”
“Then I’ll simply follow you.” Alhaitham responds in tandem. That remark earns him a light pinch on his waist and he laughs at the other’s rather childish action. “I do wonder though, if it’s

going to leave a scar.” He says as now it’s his turn to bury his hand on the older male’s soft tresses and strokes him gently.
“Are you worried about it?” Kaveh asks.
“Are you?” Alhaitham throws the question back. “You know I’m pretty indifferent with my appearance but…”

“If you’re going to imply that I’m so shallow that I will leave you due to some horrendous scar on your face, I’ll really smack you with a pan, Alhaitham.” Kaveh warns dangerously.
“I’m just saying.” Alhaitham shrugs lightly. “We still have no idea if it’s going to leave a scar

and if it’s going to be a gruesome one. If it does… Well, I won’t blame you for leaving me.” He murmurs as he tentatively shows some of his true insecurity that’s been plaguing him.
Kaveh tsk-es loudly, not bothering to hide his annoyance as he lifts his head from the conjecture

of his neck. “You really want me to smack your face with a pan. Should I flatten your nose while I’m at it?”
“Kaveh.” Alhaitham solemnly says, ignoring the other’s bluffing remarks as a part of his heart throbs painfully with what he’s about to say. “I’m serious about this. If I

do end up with a horrible and scary scar and you want to leave, just tell me.”
“Alhaitham.” Kaveh says with equal graveness as he glares at him. “Will you leave me if somehow my face or my body gets a terrible scar, or if I get a fatal injury that leaves me disabled?”

Alhaitham frowns deeply at the image. “Of course not. I’ll still be with you even if you’re in a vegetative state, Kaveh.”
“Then why did you tell me such a cruel thing? Why did you tell- no allow me to leave?” Kaveh whispers in a disbelieving tone.
“Because you deserve the best.”

Alhaitham seriously replies back as his hand tucks the blond’s bang to the back of his ear. “You only deserve the best, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, and if I can’t be that for you…” He trails off.
Alhaitham’s eye widen in alarm when he sees a telltale of moistures on the red eyes he comes

to love so much. “Kaveh-?”
“Stupid. You’re so stupid.” Kaveh says with a choke. He holds both of his cheeks in his palms and presses their forehead together. “I love you, Alhaitham. No matter what state your physical body is in. So never, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, tell me such a saddening thing

again, as if you don’t deserve me if your physical body becomes scarred. It doesn’t lessen your value nor my affection for you. What’s the purpose of your big brain if you don’t even know this?” He complains.
Alhaitham smiles a little as he surprisingly feels emotional as well at

the direct confirmation. “I love you too, Kaveh.”
“As you should, Haitham.” Kaveh scoffs weakly. “Is this what has tormented you for the past week?”
“You know?” Alhaitham raises his eyebrow.
“Of course.” Kaveh sighs. “Just so you know, if I can love you when I’m irritated by your

antics on a daily basis, then I’ll still love you even if you become an ogre.”
“That’s mildly reassuring.”
“On the other hand, what if you become hotter with the scar instead?” Kaveh muses.
“Then I’ll see the sight of you shooing off my fans more often. I particularly enjoy the

the one where you openly distribute the foods they gave to me. Will you permanently move your office to mine too in that case?”
“Yah, Alhaitham!”

I keep wondering if it's too ooc but well... I have to stop thinking about this one to move to other stuff so hngh bye lemme wallow in embarrassment