Sup guys, sorry this is late. I just finished writing it lol. This is more of a feelgood chapter and it's just smut and Euroshipping lmao. Anyway, hope you like this. Also sorry, my line breaks aren't working for some reason so I'm back to the old --- thing. I'll try and fix it tomorrow.
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CW: Sex, mentions of Ryou's dad, mentions of familial transphobia, mentions of sterilisation, mentions of scarring
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Malik rubbed the back of his neck as he unlocked open the door to his apartment. He had found one a bit bigger than Ryou's in a good area and got a job as a translator for a publishing company due to his fluency in numerous languages. It paid well, but it was long and tiring.
And his apartment was very empty when he got home.
Empty living room, empty kitchen, empty bedroom. Empty.
He sighed and dropped his briefcase onto the grey fold-out couch. He needed to release energy but he was too fucking tired to do anything. Between work and therapy, he never wanted to do much when he got home. He pulled out his phone and fiddled with it for a moment. He sighed and pulled up his messages with Bakura.
You free for a bit?
The reply was almost instantaneous. Yeah, why?
Come over. I want to watch more of The Good Place.
On my way, don't start without me.
Then hurry up.
Bitch I will cut you.
Malik snorted. No you won't.
Bakura practically lived with him, but some days he liked to just go back to Ryou's. It gave them both some necessary space and it helped Ryou make ends meet with rent. He pulled his tie loose and kicked his pants off. He was still too scared to wear skirts to work. Being a foreigner already brought enough discrimination.
By the time Bakura arrived with a bag of popcorn and vegan jellies, Malik had changed into one of his more comfortable t-shirts and a fresh pair of boxers, and The Good Place was ready to play on his computer.
"That's mine." Bakura poked at his side.
Malik glanced at the shirt. It had a Mimikyu on it. "I was wondering why I had such a nerdy shirt." He smirked and pulled Bakura onto the couch beside him. "But it's mine now."
"It doesn't even fit you." Bakura kicked off his shoes and Malik curled into him.
"Yeah, well if it's big on me, it's a fucking dress on you."
"Touché." Bakura ran his fingers through Malik's hair. "Rough day?"
"It was fine." Malik pressed play and sighed. "I just need a break."
Bakura nodded and kissed the top of Malik's head. They watched it with the brightness turned down a touch for Bakura's sake, but with all of the fairylights Malik had strung up on the roof turned on.
Three episodes into their marathon, Malik's phone rang. He only glanced at the screen and then turned it off. Ishizu. Bakura only watched. "I'll talk to her eventually," Malik said.
"I'm not judging." Bakura shrugged. "It's up to you if you never want to even see her again."
Malik shook his head. "I do," he mumbled. "I do, I just..." He heaved another sigh. "Not yet." His phone rang again, and this time he declined the call with a text. Working late, I'll call when I'm free.
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